You used to light me within
The kerosene to fuel the fire
The air of my propulsion and spin
The catalyst to accelerate my desire
Yet gravity wretchedly let me descend
From the apex of your elevation
To the abyss of loneliness with no end
And the rupture to this momentary elation
This someone help you ignite you and took you high high up in the sky then gravity brought you back down.
Though, actually, this piece seems to have different interpretations. But the ending comes to the same. . . It's a used to so the elation is in the past, but not forgotten.