Fun with Poetry, Part One

My first Villanelle -- Saying Goodbye

As we say goodbye I start to cry,

In disbelief the time has passed,

Wishing time apart would likewise fly.

On Wednesday nights my spirits high,

But Sunday always arrives too fast,

And we say goodbye; I start to cry.

On our days together I do try

To simply enjoy, to make them last,

Wishing time apart would likewise fly.

On Sunday mornings I start to sigh;

Throughout the day my dread topmast,

Til saying goodbye I start to cry.

Laughing all day, beloved and I,

Together our joy is deep and vast,

Wishing time apart would likewise fly.

The moment is here; our time's gone by,

Trying to hold my tears steadfast,

But saying goodbye I start to cry,

Wishing time apart would likewise fly.