Star

It wasn't planned
Or mapped in an algorithm.
How simple to be a rebel
With your look and temperament.
Must be nice to be so understood.
I write poems because they are spells too,
and in this one, I have forsaken you
Or I have won 
(I forget which one)
But in the law of three-fold, I start again at zero
Drinking red wine from a jelly jar
Each word is a mile closer to the nearest star
(From there I'll know where you are)