The morning brings me not you
though on the lonely streets I search
Autumn wind whirls the yellow leaves
misty air and deserted streets

I pass by the many window shops
warm sweaters and scarves --I wanted for you
much colder this Holiday's Season will it
for those hearts that are not paired in two?

wandering footsteps besiege my longing
of harboring myself in your arms embrace
I searched on the lonely streets
but far away you're --leaving not a trace

Oct. 28, '01