Villanelle: Jasmine

How do you know, it's time for you to get up and leave?

I dig out hidden memories and let my heart grieve,
Saved plane tickets remind me of escape, and I want to flee
How do you know, it's time for you to get up and leave?

Sheets of poetry, letters and dried roses I'll smell,
No fragrances, only the promise of demise - so lovely,
I dig out vacant memories to let my heart grieve.
           
Don't decorate any part of you, I hate this show and tell
I look for raw pieces of you in my mind - I can't find any
How do you know, it's time for you to get up and leave?

I try to suck the soul of these memories, so I can sell
You see, this pain that only pain can relieve is costly,
I dig out hidden memories and let my heart grieve

Your heart shaped pillows disappeared from the ground as I fell
Your words spoke of love, but they also broke me so terribly
I wondered several times, "if now I should get up and leave."

When you find yourself brewing a great and painful carnival,
When your encounters with grief become both great and ugly,
When you dig out hidden memories and let your heart grieve,
That's when you know, it's time for you to get up and leave.