I Wonder If You Always Tell The Truth

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Villanelle II

 

From love’s long absence sombre visions flee

And crowd her shadow-burdened heart bereft

Of one who was yet now may never be.

 

His phantom haunts the place that should be free,

A ghost whose sacrifice cannot be cleft

From love’s long absence. Sombre visions flee

 

To gather there in corners, where debris

Was strewn when she could not prevent the theft

Of one who was, yet now may never be

 

Recalled, except to prove the first degree

Of separation’s little less than death.

From love’s long absence sombre visions flee,

 

Their genesis a turbulent decree;

Their exodus denotes the final breath

Of one who was yet now may never be.

 

And still she searches for the cipher’s key,

To heal the lonely part yet to be reft

From love’s long absence; sombre visions flee

Of one who was yet now may never be.