A Collection of Poems

For My Brother, Miles Away- A Villainelle

There was nowhere to go but everywhere- and I wanted you along for the ride 

I stood out on the precipice

The wind whipped wildly through my hair

I thought of him whom I dearly miss

My breath caught with a hiss

My lungs felt no air

I stood out on the precipice

Remembered times of greater bliss

Joy without him seemed unfair

I thought of him whom I dearly miss

I closed my eyes, my mind amiss 

Live without him, I wouldn't dare

I stood out on the precipice

But what of this

Was he aware?

I thought of him whom I dearly miss

His voice called out from the abyss

I couldn't bring myself to care-

I stood out on the precipice

I thought of him whom I dearly miss