Where for art thou, Passion?

Passion, where for art thou?

I have lost you somehow.

How can I find you,

If you hide in disguise?

How can I ignite your spark,

When there is no light in his eyes?

The fleeting beauty

He once saw in me

Is fading with the years.

The pillow he

Once shared with me

Is collecting all the tears.

Passion, without you, what am I?

I don’t know how or why

You disappeared.

Maybe, it is what I feared.

That you would leave me alone

With no talents to own

That would satisfy.

Because what can I

Offer to this.

Without my kiss

My talents run short.

He could soon abort

This relationship

Unless I equip

With something worth more,

Worth staying for.

Should I become like his maid,

As if I was being paid?

That is nothing to astound

But, it’s worth keeping around.

Too bad, I’ve never been domestic,

Nothing that would stick.

Plus, his cooking is divine

Gourmet compared to mine.

He gives so much to me,

And me nothing in return.

I hope that he will see

That I am willing to learn.

Everything from me

Just holds him back.

He is so unhappy

Is it something I lack?

Or is it just his decision to stay

That has got in his way.

All these years wasted,

The things he could have tasted.

I have always felt it.

The guilt, I've held it.

The places he could be,

So much further without me.

I know his talent, and I know his ways.

I still have hope for better days.

I just wish that he would see

Through you, passionately.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

beautiful thoughts well penned as well I was thinking as i read of my own klife and times