The streets are bare without you
They have no meaning without you
Just like me without you
Just like life without you
Life, the streets, they all call you
Do you hear?
Do you know?
What is love for you?
If not the memory of us by the river
If not Leonard singing his tunes
To us hoping, imagining, wanting.
Wanting everything because we felt everything. We felt each other.
I thought we did.