Where Love Goes When It Dies

There's a heavy, dragging quality to this piece that perfectly expresses the emotion and experience. When it goes, it takes a lot out of us, doesn't it? Beautiful write, Zach

That it does. However I wrote this with a bit of an alternate perspective. As if the love created between two people actually becomes its own entity. Where does it go after it dies between the them? It is that loves hell being described in the write. The "you" in the poem would be the people who created the love. Thus sort of asking the question "what is love without any of us?"

It was kind of a step outside the box for me and I didn't want to explain my perspective in the writing because I wanted to see what other people's uninfluenced opinion on it was.

Thanks for the wonderful comment Ash!

Absolutely beautiful...I actually teared up because that is exactly the feeling I have felt. You did a beautiful job describing such feeling that a lot of us can't seem to put into words.