Andrew Frisardi

Rondeau: Estrangement

Maybe it had to be this way:
There’s nothing left for us to say,
And it is useless to ask why.
Maybe it’s time that you and I
Call all our history a day

That took a life. We don’t betray
The truth to say that what we pay
For fading out before we die
          Maybe had to be.

We’re past the time when we could weigh
Our debts; it’s senseless to delay
What neither of us can deny
After we have said goodbye.
Our consolation is to pray
          For what must be.

Andrew Frisardi’s most recent poetry collection is The Moon on Elba (2023). He lives in central Italy.