In the empty spot where you should be,
I look and find that I’m missing you.
The world of sleep often escapes me.

I take to looking closer and see,
The misery I forgot, but knew;
In the empty spot where you should be.

But before I enter into glee,
Into dreams I long ago outgrew,
The world of sleep often escapes me.

The lonely sight strikes a chord in me;
The sorrowful sound that rings so true,
In the empty spot where you should be.

Steady breathing, perfect melody,
But without its duet; me and you,
The world of sleep often escapes me.

And I wonder if you would agree,
As you look at that empty spot too.
In the empty spot where you should be,
The world of sleep often escapes me.


My first Villanelle! I was a lonely Serval... Comments/ Critique appreciated!