No One Is There (A Villanelle) Poem by royness ( ' ' )

He kisses her eyes, buries his hands in her hair
He rests his weight upon her where they lay
He wakes alone, to find no one is there

The room is icy; her breath gives form to air
Neither of them knows quite what to say
He kisses her eyes, buries his hands in her hair

He dreams of a hospital, the walls are white and bare
She stands in the light, at the end of a hallway
He wakes alone, to find no one is there.

Her beauty is ghostly, more fragile than air
She hides within his arms, so small and fey
He kisses her eyes, buries his hands in her hair

He hides her clothes, leaves her nothing to wear
‘lest something from the night steals her away
Yet still he wakes alone. No one is there.

With her, he could rise out of this despair
At night they drink, and sleep all through the day
He kisses her eyes, buries his hands in her hair
And wakes alone, to find no one is there.