backdate me

push
with the ball of my foot
for every action
there's an equal and opposite reaction.
up down, up down,
on and on until I reach
my destination
which I leave, with a push
of the ball of my foot
going in loops without you
drained all my passion and
replaced it with what?
sorrow?
no one revs me anymore.
what is action without reaction?
stored energy?
on and on and no one looks as good
as you did.
but the photographs don't make me cry.
stored energy.
grey skies.
memories.
all forward momentum
with as little effort as possible.