When love dies

When love dies, we are like morning and night separated by hot burning sun and total darkness on both sides.
When love dies, we become two mighty cities divided by great river of no bridge
When love dies, we who used to be found (fun) of each other become absolute strangers to one another.
Is this what we wanted to be?
Could it be you?
Where is the dream we had?
Where is the dream we shared?
Where are you? Here I am still lonely...