If I told you that I took the long way home today,
Would you care?
I took the long way –
Looped around your favorite spot,
That place tucked between the staircase and that “out-of-place bench that meant so much to you.”
You weren’t there.
Then I walked up to the coffee shop that
You loved so much,
With that smell strong enough to make me sick.
I even bought a cup to remember how much I hated that shit.
Not there either.
Then I walked that “wooded path in your concrete jungle,”
Such a cliché fucking name –
But I walked it.
A word with such limited meaning
To the phone, it is spoken
The hope in your meandering eyes weaning.
The soft brown curls outline your face
The beauty of it marred by a sullen expression.
A closed conversation in an open place,
I see a tear fall from its progression.
I find comfort in dangerous places,
Peacefully pass the time in the lion’s den.
I count the countless stars that crash through,
Falling from the weight I’ve forced upon them
From the wishes carelessly cast about you.
Words can only be as beautiful as the thing that inspired them.
‘The Stone Man’
Here is a link to an original Villanelle of mine!
“Age is just a number — one that quantifies our inability to dream.”
By myself, on 2/7/2012. I thought this was pretty accurate — I guess thats why I said it.
Another one. Again, ending is a little rough.