Consequences of Love

What happens when the love is buried, in the ground, with no proper burial. No last time to say goodbye. The grave was roughly dug, with a rusty shovel. In this case it was buried deep. Eight foot deep. Grass grown over the ground. As if only those who knew the love existed in the first place had any chance of finding it. And those holding that knowledge threw rocks at it, as if to harm a something long gone. To punish themselves was impossible, so they punish the other party of people protecting that knowledge of once the happy emotion, the face-level luxury emotion of love.