Dead for a SkeletonMature

Note: This is my first attempt at a villanelle. Appreciate my courage, or scorn my premature ambition--whichever you so choose.

Dead for a Skeleton

Your skeleton is closing in on your heart.
I will the dust to live on the top of the scale.
I would die for you, but never for your bones. 

Your leggings swim on you now. You dump
your soup in the sink to run to the treadmill.
Your skeleton is closing in on your heart.

I remember when we lay in bed, late at night,
telling secrets and revealing dreams for the future.
I would die for you, but never for your bones.

You didn’t come to my graduation, but you made
time for all your daily exercises and food rituals.
Your skeleton is closing in on your heart.

Remember when I chased after those bullies
and threatened to hit them if they teased you again?
I would die for you, but never for your bones.

I wrote you a letter for every day you lay beneath
the scratchy hospital bed sheets, suffering, dying.
Your skeleton is closing in on your heart.
I would die for you, but never for your bones.

The End

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