20 years and its going to be May
I say, where does the exchanged love go
When all else fades
And our laughter is replaced by maids
Where does our deep love go?
Rooftop chatter
Brown lunch bags
And witty banter
12 years together
In a school system
Preaching manners
Where does the love go
When im stagnant in my thoughts
But you all are physically absent
Before tragedies, traumas and loss
“Its always there”
He had told me
“It doesnt disappear”
As if that’s music to my ear
It’s out of touch
I’m out of sync
20 years go by in a blink
We were so full of joy
Grandma had told me my poses were “coy”
I think I’m ready to embrace my next chapter
Whatever will be
I can no longer remain in this fantasy
Where time stands still
Before I got ill
Where does the love go?
Was she a friend or foe
I shake my head and answer:
“I truly don’t know”
Shared birthdays and restaurant outings
I can still hear our class chanting
And today, the question does remain:
Where does the love go
Was it all in vain?
Amber is the Color of Her Energy 
kim881
April 15, 2026 at 7:12 am
Young love is so hard to let go of, and you’ve captured that in this heartfelt poem. I like the way the pace and rhythm change in these lines, a touch of despair, perhaps:
‘It’s out of touch
I’m out of sync
20 years go by in a blink’
and change again in the more hopeful tone of:
‘I think I’m ready to embrace my next chapter
Whatever will be
I can no longer remain in this fantasy
Where time stands still’.
Nothing is ever in vain.
baronessannie
April 15, 2026 at 12:04 pm
Thank you! Nostalgia is really something
kim881
April 15, 2026 at 12:08 pm
My pleasure!
subversopus
April 15, 2026 at 7:04 pm
I echo Kim’s thoughts you definitely captured the essence of that ephemeral in love with someone in our youth. Heartbreaking but delightfully crafted!
baronessannie
April 15, 2026 at 7:05 pm
Thanks 🙂
ms pie
April 15, 2026 at 10:29 pm
i truly don’t know… that hit home for me… it’s like walking down a long staircase and reaching the bottom with that very thought… and that’s okay with me… now…
Dora
April 18, 2026 at 3:02 am
Looking back on those days . . . . so distant as to make you wonder. But I don’t believe they were in vain. ❤️
Lisa or Li
April 24, 2026 at 5:20 pm
Vassel, you can ponder its realness forever but you will never know for sure. As one of my old buddies said, “it was real enough.”
erbiage
April 25, 2026 at 2:09 am
oh this makes
my heart ache.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
April 26, 2026 at 8:47 am
So much changes when we age…. maybe the old love is being replaces, but maybe we just spend our times in unwise ways