A Dylan Villanelle

 

All the while I was alone, the past was close behind.

Turning her chair around, the smile of 'me'

I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind.

 

Dreaming in the warmth of candlelight

The incense burning to fragrant ash debris

All the while I was alone, the past was close behind.

 

The spelling on a number plate that fit right

I kept my head down and you couldn't see

I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind.

 

Sometimes some things are worth a fight

But sometimes some things are 'meant to be'

All the while I was alone, the past was close behind.

 

Again I burn the incense, flashing bright

The matchstick catches hold of me

I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind.

 

I think of you, a Songbird now in flight

All on the wintry sky, a lonesome tree

All the while I was alone, the past was close behind.

I seen a lot of women, but she never escaped my mind.
 

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