Villanelle: An Elegy

And I realize I am nothing but skin and bone
as our friends cluster and cry in craze.
Will anything ever be set in stone?

I now work and live. I live alone
in a new reality –set ablaze,
and I realize I am nothing but skin and bone.

You pulled the trigger; I begged you “no!”
You left me in your ever-spiraling maze.
Will anything ever be set in stone?

Wide rimmed bottles -you drank alone.
Your vision must have been clouded -fogged in a daze.
hadn’t you realized you were but skin and bone?

Now, all around me, noises drone
as my mind searches and strays,
Will anything ever be set in stone?

Your surprise defeat still taints my voice’s tone.
Your life lived with me deserves its never-given praise.
I wish you had realized you were merely skin and bone.
No, not even life is set in stone.