Luckless champions
Wearing lovelorn hearts
Decorated with invisible scars
Wander endlessly
In forests of strangers
And uncharted territories
Of fated serendipities.

They travel the busy streets
Enduring a march of defeat
Playing sad notes
On broken strings
With interludes
Of bittersweet memories.

Eternally dragging
To unknown destinations
Their worn out suitcases
Filled with unread letters
Of unspoken feelings
And unrequited love.