Circle near your childhood house, 
Fighting every urge to stop. 
I can’t be sure why I brought myself here, 
Knowing that you’ve moved on. 
Part of me still dreams in us. 
He and I refuse to speak. 
But, I believe there is beauty still! 
(In imperfect symmetry) 

You’re the first word of an unfinished sentence 
Cut short and swept under my tongue 
Real stars explode, 
But our love will only fade.