A Parting

A wee villanelle about the end of a friendship

A Parting

I turn away, and turning, reach an end 
Avert my gaze and stumble to deny
The woken horror of a wayward friend

Unbent, yet broken, no longer to pretend 
Reluctant, blurt a lurching last goodbye 
I turn away, and turning, reach an end 

And proud, yet ruined, you lightly condescend 
to grace me with your scornful eyes
The woken horror of a wayward friend 

Regret clenched tight in freedom's dividend 
I scatter wide the fragments of your lies 
I turn away, and turning, reach an end 

A moment's sorrow later, you descend
Yet more into the glut that justifies 
The woken horror of a wayward friend 

And through my patchwork wanderings, slow to mend
To stitch the wounds by unstitching the ties 
I turn away, and turning, reach an end 
The woken horror of a wayward friend 

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I loved this as I, too, have had to say goodbye to friends in this manner. I absolutely love the line "To stitch the wounds by unstitching the ties" as it is both sad and fulfilling. Great write!

[Leviathus Fortes]

Friendship may flourish
Yet at times may fail
When truth has been seen
From removing the veil