We used to be passionate lovers

Bound together like yarn-- Tight and unbreakable, but soft

You were my savior

Holding me together

You were a bonfire on a friday night

Singing with the marching band at football games

You were ‘road trips’ with my family

Caressing my face in the wind from the window

You were reading 

I got excited when I got to see a new part of you 

 

But now my vision is kind of hazy-- and it's not because my glasses are off

What was attractive back then is what now extinguishes my brush fire into a birthday candle

Candle I couldn’t blow out

Out the umpire says as I run home for the first time

Time a concept created to confine us

Us, always together, you and I

I miss you

You left 

Left is the wrong direction

Direction, what's that?

That is what I lack without you

I have no drive

Driving is what I am so terrible at

At times I don’t know what do

Do, I have so much to do!

But I can't do it without you.

I need you to come back

 

But, 

maybe I never had you 

maybe I used for for the wrong things

maybe I’ve grown out of you 

maybe you’ve grown out of me

 

Going in different directions

Right Left Up Down

Which one is right?

How do I choose?

How do I know that the door I’ve opened will lead me to a place that I will thrive or at least get me closer to it vs one that leads me to a wall or another door and another door and another door?

 

Purpose 

Pride 

Pleasure 

3 simple words,

3 complex meanings

3 words describing you

 

Passion, Passion burning bright won’t you come back to me tonight?