If you must know,
I'm just passing through.
But the lines in the roads
lead me back to you.
And the stars in my eyes
(that blinding bright light),
and the thoughts in my mind
(the ones that I hide
but that creep into view)
have me coming here to you.
If you must know
how a wingless bluebird
takes to the sky
or how a journey begins
(when the sun's in your eyes);
well, it starts with a sprint
and it ends in flight.
And if the years come
and they pass us by—
if we are torn in two,
know I'll be back for you.
Used to write all my poetry in this style. Hope you're feeling it.