POETRY: The Remains

Sometimes feelings get left unsaid,
But what happens to those words?
Maybe, in the throat still hanging by a thread,
Or do they go down, the other way instead?

Sometimes a kiss is left unkissed.
Is it still there, somewhere
Half of it on each person’s lips?
Or did it ever even exist?

A love lost, or never there,
Or choosing not to be found.
Does that mean it’s still anywhere
Or physically disappeared?

I know nothing lasts forever,
But where do those feelings actually go?
Are they still drifting in the heart, like a feather?
Or completely gone? No trace whatsoever.