A Villanelle

It Seems I Am Not So Hard to Forget

Although by kindest words I am beset,

Your actions tell a story of deceit;

It seems I am not so hard to forget.

In languishing for me you feign and fret,

But coolness overcomes the sec we meet—

Although by kindest words I am beset.

While happiness adorns at love’s onset,

When touch and sight have gone, the feelings fleet!

It seems I am not so hard to forget.

You lift me up to graze God’s silhouette,

And leave me with a sadness just as deep—

Although by kindest words I am beset.

Though inwardly I swirl like winter’s threat,

The woman that you see is kind and sweet.

It seems I am not so hard to forget.

But if somehow I part from this vignette,

I fear I’d make my loneliness complete.

Although by kindest words I am beset,

It seems I am not so hard to forget...

Sarah Sanders, '11