Love will not let go

A villanelle after Michael Stalcup

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Yet still you promised from the start
as good souls do with best intentions
though death itself tears us apart

The survivor treads on with shards
stuck in memorised afflictions
yet still you promised from the start

on the luck of a tender heart
I stayed my tongue on its retaliation
Though death itself tears us apart

and leaves promises without their guard
I’ve slain all ghosts of expectations
yet still you promised from the start

and so I drew the joker’s card
placed all my chips on mercy’s vision
Though death itself tears us apart,

I preserve that moment like unsullied art:
 — But, my time is briefer than your imagination.
Yet still you promised from the start
 — Though death itself tears us apart


This poem is part of the Villanelle Vestiges project on Chalkboard. I borrowed the refrains from this villanelle: