Wherever Love Goes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wherever love goes when it dies, it leaves behind some hope for the one left alone.
There is only sadness in a mind, tears filling an empty, broken heart and a little bit of hope to ease the memories as they pass their time.
Wherever love goes when it dies, I hope and pray that I'll remain with some sort of dignity.
No empty bottles on a shelf, no guilt left out to fill another's mind, no hurt nor sorrow left behind.
Wherever love goes when it dies, I hope my family can surmise and find out where I've gone, as life lays me down at the rest stop on it's dark and lonely highway.