Poem: The Villanelle

To my dear love who is with her,

I know another you cherish at night

While I seek your warmth in despair.

I hope our bundle of love means more than her ,

As he awaits you while the moon is bright

While I seek your warmth in despair.

Things are not as they once were,

When you’re home there is no light

While I know it was left with her.

I smile and pretend. I know who you prefer

In those days when you seek delight

While I seek your warmth in despair.

They know another caused a stir

When the door slammed with strong might,

And I cried as you walked away and turned into a blur.

To my dear love now free to adore her,

I looked around our old room tonight ,

And the still lingering pain fails to see why you chose her

While I cling to the sheets in despair.