The residue of love

The residue of love
bubbles inside me, 
like an acid
it wants to peel off my face
 the way it burnt my soul.

The residue 
 of hope and faith
pushes me like an old porter 
carrying a heavy baggage of emotions,
hoping to reach somewhere.

The residue has forgotten
how bereft of love he is.. waits endlessly for a change.

I know..You know, 
nothing will come out of it..
 for the love which blossomed..
is just a residue-
a dirty stinking litter- bin of love that was.