Author's Note: The basis for this villanelle is Christine walking home after an audition, realizing how small and insignificant she is in the world, wishing that she was with the man she loves. I intended for this poem to be Raoul & Christine, but I realized that it can also be read as Phantom & Christine. Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
I walk on
alone, here;
I, a
lonely girl, meek and shy,
Intimidated
by the moon's harsh leer.
A wild
wind begins to shear.
Shivering
from cold and fright, I sigh.
His
familiar voice, I cannot hear.
From
behind the trees I peer,
But the
friendly faces I long for are nigh,
Save for
the eyes of a passing deer.
The
howling winds seem to jeer,
"He will
not come, so why wait? Why?
The one
you love is nowhere near."
My heart
fills with untamed fear,
And from
my lips erupts a cry
As my eyes
begin to pool and tear.
But then
my thoughts quickly veer
As I see
the sparkle of his keen eye.
It seems
like we've been apart for a year,
But, at
last, I'm with the one I hold dear.