A Villanelle
Suffice to say that things are not alright
The story told with pages left unturned
Assumed for blank the story ends outright
Words once spoken are now lost on that night
What now will not be shared, but left and yearned?
Suffice to say that things are not alright
Emotions abandoned and force wrapped tight
Why you would, and now I must, unearned
Assumed for blank the story ends outright
This is the farewell, so long, and goodnight
I wanted not, but the bridge is now burned
Suffice to say that things are not alright
I care that the path before you is bright
And the fondest memories held dear, not spurned
Assumed for blank the story ends outright
We haven’t a forever left in sight
Now withdrawn from a future once discerned
Suffice to say that things are not alright
Assumed for blank the story ends outright