Where Does the Love Go?

. . .

A Poem

. . .

where does the love go between friends

who once had an almost-maybe thing

that slowly settled

into complacent camaraderie

?

where does the love go between two sister-halves

who felt their laughter so deeply

it practically stayed in their bones

until one day they ended up mere strangers

?

where does the love go between parent and offspring:

who we were then

versus who we are now,

trapped inside the plastic of

so many familiar photographs

?

where does the love go

?

is it held in a precious box of cedar

or jacket pocket

or crinkled envelope sealed with melted beeswax

?

does it lie dormant for years on end,

only emitting vapors

in moments of sheer unbridled bliss

?

is it left in another time

in another realm

that exists only in the depths of dreams

?

i ask you, dear reader,

where is this love

?

where

?

for surely a love so pure,

like

two hands clasped in earnest affection;

two greasy pizza plates;

two leftover popsicle sticks. . .

this love remains.

it has to

be in us still

and before us like a calendar page.

i feel your memory fully, and kiss its shy and smiling lips.

i love you, still.

. . .

SnapDragon is a mother, teacher, painter, and writer. She enjoys watching The Big Lebowski by herself and laughing with abandon.

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