Where does all the laughter go when high-pitched chuckles stop?
Where do the tears go when all were wiped-off?
Where does frown go when one keeps calm?
Where do hopes go when one stopped believing?
Where does love reside when the heart stops beating?
To the great depths of our enduring hearts, solitary and shattered?
To the vast horizons, scattered and forgotten?
To the verdant earth, blown to faraway lands?
But where, if not to you?