For Hire

I’m sorry this love died out,
that the passion that once was,
became a memory.

The time was once there,
when you were everything and more,
a time when you were my world.

I got lost in that place,
where I forgot who I was,
the loss that I felt, consuming me.

I became all you needed me to be,
I turned into someone,
I never thought I’d be.

Our love turned into a job,
with no changing in sight,
I became nothing more than an employee of this life.

Our love died out when we grew apart,
the resentment started growing,
continuing to fill our hearts.