I have this force in me,
a drive I have not felt in a long time,
but it's more than it was before.
It's not even close.
I need to finish things I had started.
I left them, not to be forgotten,
but I lost that drive I used to have.
They collected dust over the years.
New pieces added to the collection,
but they too, collected dust.
My writing, as a whole, stopped.
But now there is something
I hadn't put much thought into.
And I didn't know how much you
meant to me until recently.
I brushed the dust off.
I saw my old work,
and knew I could finally return.
I needed this drive
and I needed you
to do it.