Where does love go when it dies??

Where does love go when it dies?

Must it always leave behind it,

such a bittersweet trail of memories?

Fond recollections cruelly trampled

into a perfumed or musk scented path,

that many a broken hearted soul

will follow till they realize all is lost.

Soon they are left to wallow in the darkness

of ones overwhelming sorrows,

while many other souls

set off freely, in the opposite direction,

glancing tearfully back once or twice,

but then moving on.

Is there a graveyard for our Love's

that have perished,

buried somewhere deep in our hearts,

under flesh left stone cold,

with the names of our dearest departed,

finger painted in tears across

the face of what was?

Sometimes love can be resurrected by two

who diligently tend to what remains,

coaxing new growth, from what was so deeply soiled.

The spirits of Love's lost haunt many,

and resuscitation can occur

in the heated gasps of renewed passions

sparked by the sheer need to try again.

Sadly many such efforts fail,

and result in the empty pounding

or stroking of ones own flesh.

does a dying love seek two new hearts

to heal it's mortal wounds?

or does it meet hate somewhere along

it's journey onward, and then direct hate

to it's last place of departure.

I have always , only thought fondly

of those I have loved and lost,

long after the faded pacts.

Not so much a sad refrain on any

me or eulogies.....

or any jaded, poisoned pen oh-bitch-uary.

Just a quiet, flowered resting place

for those I so cherished,

who caused me once to leap for joy.

Where does love go when it dies??

if it is killed by selfishness, or cruelty or lust,

I am sure it falls into oblivion.

but if it was nurtured, and longed for,

and made two hearts sing,

I have to believe that it still exists,

whistling softly, or humming gently somewhere,

along the sidelines of life.

Always hoping for a chance to reconcile,

two silenced hearts with the harmonies

they once knew so well......

or just standing like a wallflower,

amidst the many lonely souls,

praying for a chance to dance again