All passion spent

I saw these words on the front cover of a book.
I wondered what it meant.
All passion spent.
The protagonist no longer a vibrant, vivacious, beautiful woman.

Had she simply had enough?
Lost her zest for life?
Her va va vroom?

Did she have nothing more to give?
No longer had what was needed
To keep putting one foot in front of the other.
That’s how I felt.

Exhausted.
Without hope.
Close to tears.
Lost and alone.
Empty of hope.
All passion spent.