Timothy Heaton


A Vanishing Villanelle - Poem by Timothy Heaton

It’s strange to miss a girl you never knew,
To yearn to see her effervescent style,
But stranger still that she should miss you too.

One morning she refreshed your life like dew.
You woke and watched the sun pass for a while.
It’s strange to miss a girl you never knew.

A welcome breeze across your bow she blew.
Looking back, you sail on to your isle,
But stranger still that she should miss you too.

Your time with her, a pleasant déjà vu,
Now happily in dreams she still beguiles.
It’s strange to miss a girl you never knew.

How can a phantom make you feel blue,
And moments later make you want to smile?
But stranger still that she should miss you too.

Among the crowds there are so very few,
With whom you’d like to walk a dusty mile.
It’s strange to miss a girl you never knew.
But stranger still that she should miss you too.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 25, 2011


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