Melancholy (Poem)

I seek the lorn streets, the derelict ways,

That run unbeknownst

Behind businesses that died long ago.

The broken pavement and shuttered facades

Echo my desolate mien.

Bleak skies with lowering clouds

Add uncertain rain and chilling wind.

I do not walk alone on my solitary path.

Ghosts and memories accompany my each step.

We suit each other well.