A Villanelle

This dank and grey November day
chill sinks through every open pore
now you are gone and far away

I could, but would not beg you stay
Pride softly closed the open door
This dank and grey November day

So many things I want to say -
to rant and rave and weep and more
Now you are gone and far away

Expecting me to laugh away
behaviour that we all abhor
This dank and grey November day

I hope your thoughts will often stray
to me, and leave you peeled and raw.
Now you are gone and far away

These feelings fill me with dismay
and leave me shaken to the core.
This dank and grey November day
Now you are gone and far away.