Stephen Blencowe Poet Villanelle

Holding Back the Tears

I really think I know you, even when I'm blue
    When were full of Tasmanian oysters and too much chardonnay
    But now your'e going home alone, I'm feeling oh so empty.

    I do not think I know you, my dearest Sue, why so vague?
    Why don't you return my calls, Should I get a takeaway?
    I really think I know you even when I'm blue.

    I really think I know you, when the banking statements due
    Was that a spending spree when you spent the monthly pay
    Now my wallet feels so light and oh so very empty.

    I do not think I know you, are you really true
    When you go away for days and stray amid the fray
    I do not think I know you, even though I'm blue.

    I really think I know you, though why so many shoes
    How would you pick a pair, if we had to run away
    And why keep all the boxes, especially when they're empty.

   I do not think I know you, when were standing in a queue
   Together yet so far apart, I look and feel dismay
   I really think I know you, even though I'm blue
   There's nothing left for us to share, our love is all but empty.
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