My Passion

I wanted my passion back..
This was who I was, and I wanted her to visit.
Even for a brief moment, so I can kiss myself on the forehead upon my return.

And actually say goodbye when she decided to leave.
I wanted her back. My passion.
I wanted my poetry.. Back.
She fled from me.
Lost underneath the city sky, with false illumination from street cars named desire.

There was no North Star for her to follow, no way for her to venture back to my heart.
Like a turtle needing the moon to be led to the sea, I doubted she would ever make it back home.

Extinction was the roughest of all possibilities but to mourn the loss of a love held selfish tendencies
I only missed her cause of how she made me feel not because of who she was or who she could have been The manifestation of my pent up frustration came to set me free
Just pull the trigger Nobody will miss her Oh say can you see- what I am saying? 

All I wanted was my passion back. And it wasn't until I found a pen I heard three knocks on the door saying Here I Am..