Why, oh why

alone

You knew that if I had known, I’d have begged you to stay,
I’d have refused to believe that we were now through.
Why, oh why—why in the end—why did you go away?

Perhaps I wasn’t listening about what you had to say,
Or did you think it gentler leaving no hope to cling to?
You knew that if I had known, I’d have begged you to stay.

Who knew that for all I had, there’d be such a price to pay?
That day by day I was building a debt I’d later come to rue;
Why, oh why—why in the end—why did you go away?

My friends—didn’t they?—one and all, say I’d take it this way?
They knew me a fool for you and you feared that it was true,
You knew that if I had known, I’d have begged you to stay.

I know I wasn’t faultless, that I had at least some part to play
But I don’t know yet what I said or did, or didn’t say or do,
Why, oh why—why in the end—why did you go away?

If I smile it’s because you knew there’d be this day,
That it would end with a kiss and not a final ‘Adieu…’
You knew that if I had known, I’d have begged you to stay,
Why, oh why—why in the end—why did you go away?

 

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A villanelle is a highly restricted poetic form consisting of 19 lines set in a very precise manner with an exact rhyming scheme. Writing one is, believe me, a challenge, especially for someone who doesn’t tend to write in fixed form formats. But it was interesting experiment and I recommend anyone trying one as a stretching exercise.

You can, I might add, be comforted in the traditional love complaint topic. My dear wife, Lyn—despite, God knows, sufficient provocation throughout the years—has not and is not, I think, about to leave me. Or at least I don’t think she is! Hmm…

Thank you for reading Why, oh why. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

The photograph was taken in Putnam, CT on one of my early morning rambles through a local park. For more photography, please visit the Book of Bokeh.

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Photograph, poem and notes © 2014 by John Etheridge; all rights reserved. The poem and accompanying notes are licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 Unported License. This applies to all original written work found on this site, unless noted otherwise. The attribution claimed under the license is: © 2014 by John Etheridge, https://bookofpain.wordpress.com. The photograph is not licensed for use or reproduction in any way, unless so granted in writing by the copyright owner.

 

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  1. Good, really good, and I could make a comment but I talk too much. T