I met him at a bus stop
Dressed as an old rock’nd roll cliché
Dressed as a Johnny Cash reincarnation
Black suit, sunglasses and a suitcase
Atypical as he was –ridiculous in fact.

So as a matter of joke I said in a deep voice
“Why are you dressed in black?”
He said –that’s the colour of lovers hearts when I am gone-
and I laughed.

Slightly surprised he lifted his head
As if should have known him from before
"You must be an important man then.
What business are you in?"
When I go I take all you have with me
In this briefcase.

So he turned around, seemingly insulted
And suddenly I felt immensely deserted

Hey where are you going? I shouted
Come back, I tell you!
Hey where are you going?
He nodded but did not hesitate.
Hey where are you going?
He murmured. We might meet again one day.
Hey where are you going?

Mr. Love is gone.