I am a riddle that must be solved
A puzzle that must be pieced together
A rainstorm that must end the drought
A morning that must end the night.
Without your guidance, your approval, your insight:
I am lost in a city of traffic lights and one-way streets
I am sailing the Pacific with no compass
I am void of memory to the simplest of tasks.
Without your love:
I am gray clouds on a sunny day
I am the song without words
I am mourning the loss of myself.
You are the strength that has guided me.
The serenity that has soothed me.
The hero that has driven me.