I Miss That Overwhelming Passion 

I miss now that overwhelming passion 
That sense that nothing was enough 
Where no word could begin to sketch a fraction 
Of the fractal composition that was us 

Somewhere in my memory you sit in the living room 
Make up in hand, sun kissing your freckles 
A restrained smile so you don’t mess up the work 
Somewhere I sit, too, admiring the gold in your hair 

They were only a few mornings out of thousands 
When I was allowed to begin to love you 
A few bright stars in an endless night sky 
When you shone and showed me the way 

Now my face falls when I remember it 
Every muscle too tired to even pretend 
You still shine as bright as ever 
Though no longer in my night sky 

Breathe, breathe, I repeat the mantra 
Sucking in the monoxide with glee 
Praying, hoping, begging to the sky 
Send me delirium, I demand it, relentlessly 

I will not gift you my oblivion 
It would be a poor sacrifice at your altar 
An unjust repayment for those few 
Bright rays of light you sent my way