A Villanelle On Loss Poem by Phillip Ellis

Ten years gone, an ache remains,
a photo pinned upon the wall
barely leached by ten years of rains.

Shadows lurk between the grains
of colour; where shadows fall,
ten years gone, an ache remains.

My heart, discoloured by stains,
is seemingly about to stall,
barely leached by ten years of rains.

Memories haunt, as ghosts of pains
long gone; through rooms and halls
ten years gone, an ache remains.

Weak and weary, bowed by blains
my frame, memories call,
barely leached by ten years of rains.

Love had lived in its folly's reign,
since love I stood but barely tall,
ten years gone, an ache remains,
barely leached by ten years of rains.