My Lone Mate...

Down the lonely street,
I went with my lone beat.
The house feels empty,
There's no one to talk to.
I rung your phone trice,
But you dropped it twice.
I sent you a private mail,
But to no avail, I failed.
Could this be a blackmail?
Tears is the last on my mind,
Hoping to loose every bind.
Come on, come on my dear
Come be with me, this year
Come fly with me in the air.
You are the lone mate;
That's keeping me late.