A Dollar Out of Fifteen Cents

all that I’ve learned and all that I’ve lost

run in a circle of hope and despair

round after round of unfulfilled love 

and unquenchable lust 

drive me through a continual cycle of anticipation and disappointment

time and again

each new soul brings with it a new chance

or an unlucky draw 

that provides a brief smile and a longer frown

years have come and lovers have gone

as long as my heart recalls

the void of love 

and the memory of an empty romance

time and again