Where does love go?
When fire in the chest
Along with silver fleeces of the feeling
Of one obsessed,
Departs to places I don't know,
While we, no longer reeling
The way we used to long ago,
With hearts no more aglow,
Lose all the interest?
We outgrow
The embers of the past.
Was it forever meant to last
As frost comes from below?
Where does it go,
When fire turns to snow?
I do not know.
Perhaps love has a home
In clouds, in trees, or oceans' foam.
In sunsets, or in earths's soft loam,
With fine-tooth comb
I'll look for it.
It's gone, again? Oh, sh!t!
Why does it go?
It promised it would stay
It said it won't betray
My hope for brighter days.
I guess it never stays
In hearts of men and women,
As if some turpid demon
Takes it away
Along with ties and bonds, and plans for happiness.
Was it my carelessness?
Was it my sloppiness?
It slammed all doors,
And 'though one implores,
It won't return,
So cruel, cold and stern,
The world will turn,
Sardonic, yet forlorn.
From love it once was born
And to its folds love shall return.
It's painful to admit
I'm now without it,
It's gone, again,! Oh, sh!t!
When does it leave?
After a year or two
Or five, or seven, then?
Perhaps I misperceive
Its earthly span
When me and you,
A woman and a man
A hero and his fan,
And many other women; other men
Make up a plan?
For somewhere down the road
True to some ancient code
It has to sneak away,
What month, what year, what day?
When does the love escape?
My mouth is agape
I can't believe it's gone,
My purple sunsets won't turn to scarlet dawn,
Benumbed, unfeeling I shall roam,
A Sudden Lovelessness Syndrome,
Made me a vapid man
Who still believes in it.
It's gone, again?
Oh, sh!t!
