Everywhere I Go Poem by John Yaws

It really doesn't matter
Where I've been or what I've done.
It is of no importance
Where I go- Or where I'm from...
The only thing that matters-
And I know this to be true...
Is the aching in my heart, dear
Every time I think of you.
I dream of you while driving-
Out there on the Interstate...
And wonder how it happened...
Was it accident, or fate?
Was it graven on some tablet-
Of an ancient, by-gone age...
Did some scribe of things eternal
Write it on some astral page?
I really can't explain it...
But the one thing that I know.
Is I bear you in my heart and mind...
Everywhere I go.