Mind Over Matters (of the heart)

Where does love go?

Is it stored in a box and put away

to be opened at another later date?

Or is it buried in a deeply dug hole

like a mistaken burial of a live soul?

Is it left behind in a heaven turned to hell

or is it carried on your back in a parcel

hidden from the world?

Where does love go?

Is it burned, is it damaged,

or is it simply given to someone else?

Forty years of loving

and the only thing I know

is that love is a wandering, hungry child

never to be held onto for too long.