Where does love hide
On those days
When it fades
When feelings change
Does love cease to exist
Or lock itself away
As a protection
To remain safe
Does love turn to stone
Become calloused
When alone
When no longer shared
When tucked on a shelf
Hidden within pages
Of an old photo book
Or pressed within glass
Dying petals
Marking time
Desperately longing
To be revived
To feel the touch
Of another’s skin
To hear soft words
To begin again
Where does love hide
When its tucked away
Does it turn to stone
Does it really fade
Or does love
Begin again
In its own time
At its own pace
When it has found
The perfect resting place
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