Passion.
You are.

No words to describe,
the feelings that derive

from you.

You make me feel whole
like my soul
is free.

Flying with you, I can see
everything we used to be
and the things I feel,
are the only things that make me feel real.

but I fear.
There is no hope.
no home, no going back.
nothing to undo, what has been done.
and all that passion and joy that I used to know,
is just a memory.
in my shoe box.
up there.