Do you think we will run out of words?

Have nothing left to say?
When you’re in love
There is a never ending stream of consciousness
That is welcome and welcomed.

No longer in love, we hold our peace,
Pick up the pieces of our scattered selves,
And feel into what remains.
Our disappointment at the absence of intoxication
Stings.
Then love, more unconditional can arise,
Happily, love affairs are springing up all over,
Me with you, you with me,
Corona came to save us.