The Lack: A Villanelle

When twilight pales and fades to black,

A breeze swirls through the willow trees

I wonder what it is I lack.

Smetimes I wish that you’d come back

Other times I’m glad to be free

When twilight pales and fades to black.

We let our marriage get off track

But you know it’s not all on me.

I wonder what it is I lack.

Now you live in a tiny shack

On the very edge of the sea

When twilight pales and fades to black.

On nights like this I almost crack,

Missing the way things used to be.

I wonder what it is I lack.

Perhaps I ought to take you back

Just you and me—and she makes three.

When twilight pales and fades to black,

I wonder what it is I lack.