Where does love go when it’s let free from its shell? The inner wrappings of yolk and membrane, released into the wild, or perhaps just into a frying pan. Sunny side up or scrambled, love stays the same.
Love does not run into some other place, become mixed with flour and sugar to create a cake. Love is the cake, and the cream. The icing on top and the filling between. Love does not have empty calories. It does not go free.
Where is the love when it’s given away? And doesn’t come home nor does it stay. It goes where it went when you sent it out. It is not a boomerang to turn around. It is a seed, a petal on a flower’s stem. Sent to grow and nourish and bloom if conditions are right. Not for spectacle but to do what it might.
Where did the love go? Nowhere. It’s right here, where it’s always been. The love didn’t leave, the relationship did. It’s not waiting here for you to come back, it went with you. I am not waiting for you either. The love never left but I’m gone and not looking back.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Your challenge is to take the title of your poem from the question ‘Where does love go when it goes?’ or ‘Where does love go?’ and answer it in your poem.
I chose to go a different route than I usually would. I’ve written a number of poems about just this (After All is Said …) so I wanted to look at it a bit differently in this piece. I hope you enjoy! 😊
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