so it goes.


villanelle.

It is always at night that she is startlingly aware
that he left three months ago. She heaves a weary sigh,
her hand aches to hold someone who is no longer there

to wipe away the worry lines and tousled bedhead hair
from her forehead. It's lonely dusk that most makes her cry
because it's always at night that she is startlingly aware

that he is not coming back, despite every sleepy prayer
to the contrary. God, she cannot comfortably lie
and her hand aches to hold someone who is no longer there.

She swears he exists in the space between her fingers where
his once were, she's dizzy, dazed, and wonders why
it is always at night that she is startlingly aware

of mortality and love and night skies beyond compare,
or why all the roses in her garden always seem to die.
Her hand aches to hold someone who is no longer there.

He is three months gone and still she cannot bear
to make his side of the bed. Her bloodshot eyes are dry.
It is always at night that she is startlingly aware
that her hand aches to hold someone who is no longer there.




Poetry by signed.
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Written on 2008-04-19 at 04:08

Tags Villanelle  Death  Love 

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2009-02-18


Shanmugam
I glued to each word of your poem when i read. beautifully written and beautifully emoted.
2008-09-23


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
a beautiful Villanelle - a form I am fond of - and this is wonderfully done

Elle x
2008-04-19


Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
what a beautifully flowing poem you have written. I felt the longing and the loss of this one you have written about. Very well done. : ) kathy
2008-04-19


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
As a huge fan of Villanelle this poem is perfect well done young lady it is sublime rgds mike
2008-04-19


MiVidaDeEpílogos.
pretty.
stylistic, yet uncontained at the same time.
it looks like a visual representation of some type of grief, perhaps.
instability.
the rhyme scheme is very neat. (not as in 'cool' but as in 'tidy; organized'.)
it made me sad.
2008-04-19