Analysis of About Love

I’ve been wondering
lately,
about love —
how it dies,
and where it goes
when it does…

I suppose some loves
    die quickly, silently —
    deprived of oxygen,    
    strangled with care.

Some may free-fall
through ocean depths,
weighted down,
sinking slowly,
then quickly —
a silent
thud.

Others may slow-burn
    in a desert bonfire,
    struggling embers
    whimpering,
    cries unheard —
    ashes left behind,
    or not a trace
    of having been.

Maybe there’s
a love heaven,
where once
loving spirits
spend eternity…
I’d like to think that.

Once upon a time,
    I cried over this —
    Tears ran like a river…

One day,
they froze
in my eyes.

River creatures,
    prisoners
    in chunks of ice —
    My heart too.

The thaw is slow…