Where Does It Go?

When it’s over.

Photo by Andrey K on Unsplash

I am still wondering, where love goes when it goes away.

Does it take refuge in her abode , Wading through pints of chocolate chip ice cream Swimming in vodka and tears?

Or perhaps buried in reports and lines of code hidden behind frantic bowling alleys and dance floors?

Does it go searching for a new identity From faceless right swipes to leftover dignity.

Or turning into an ancient urban legend Cursed to be ever chased with longing, ever unattainable?

I wonder where love goes when it goes up in cloud.

Maybe it hides for a whileln the clouds only to begin again.

As droplets on delighted faces.

Among all the stories told, perhaps true and perhaps wise,

I choose to believe this one.

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