Where does love go when it leaves

Does it stay with you buried down so
deep so no one knows it never sleeps

Does it stare back at you from the
mirror each and every day, refusing to leave its self loathing cave

Does it rush from your heart in a desperate cry

Does it flow from your eyes from the
rivers you’ve cried

Does it break your soul on the lips
of goodbye.
-HATTIE FRITZ