This is Going to Take a While (a shortened villanelle)

My love, we said that one day we'd forget
exactly how this all began, remember?
I've not forgotten. I remember. Yet,

it seems so short a time. I'd rather let
another summer pass. Let's say September,
my love, we'll choose the right day to forget?

You know that when the summer's past I get
morose and sentimental. Maybe November?
I've not forgotten. I remember. Yet,

November's dreary: half snowed-in, half wet;
a month of indecision. In December,
my love, let's choose the right day to forget.

Remember how we argued when we met?
I said it was a spark, and you, an ember.
I've not forgotten. I remember yet.

My love, we said that one day we'd forget...





8.13&27.2012