Some love dies accidentally.

Some dies over the years.

Some dies falling out of respect.

Too naked to touch.

Some love wants to suck you up

in melodrama and vitriol.

That is not love.

Love is not impossible to kiss.

Love needs to be held.

It needs hugs.

Some love dies because

there is too much backwash with which to deal.

The angry unsettling kind.

that accumulates when there are too many demands.

And they too are angry, resentful, hysterical, enraged.

Some love dies purposefully

through neglect.

It can be for the best.

Love can move on.

And begin again

almost by accident

or with great intent.