This is a song (poem) my father wrote to my mother in a letter after they split up and he realized it was really over for good.

BROKEN HEARTED
By Henry Lee Doan, 3 October, 1972

The streets are dark and empty
and you walk them all alone.
You think about your love affair
and wonder what went wrong.
You go to bed each night
and pray you'll never see the dawn
afraid of each tomorrow
with it's heartless, cold unknown
You search to find a tavern
where the music's playing loud
you try to lose your heartache
in the shadows of the crowd
But the happy couples make you think
of the things that might have been
and you have to fight the teardrops
till you're by yourself again
and that's what it's like to be lonesome
with love, a broken heart starts to cry
I know, cause all my heart can do is cry.