Waxing Quixotic[POETRY]

Unlimited Nights and Weekends

*A Villanelle--first published in Mezzo Cammin*

I called and said, "It's not me, but it's you...

Sometimes it takes some time for hearts to heal—

I am not like your other girlfriend who

Stole your soul and made you break in two,

Although I can see just the way you feel."

I called and said, "It's not me, but it's you...

The one who tried to make your dreams come true.

You see me now as just some useless thrill—

I am not like your other girlfriend who

Did everything you wanted her to do.

I changed your life and made this space too real."

I called and said, "It's not me, but it's you...

I know there is no more that I can do.

And yet, with you, it's sometimes hard to tell—

I am not like your other girlfriend who

Apologized, but now I'll leave you, too."

My pride is swallowed like the sweetest pill.

I called and said, "It's not me, but it's you—

I am not like your other girlfriend who..."