Well, if you know the book with this name, that's what this is, by and large, all about... this 3.75km perimeter triangle of sadness ... she never thought it would happen, that night she ain't forgotten ...
It is a rondeau - the third last line is wrong. I only noticed that a bit late, and tried to think how to change it (it should rhyme with "ain") but in the end settled for the mistake ...
The end of the affair
I walked awhile within the rain
to sting the edges from this pain
which had begun in heart and head
but inconveniently spread
from Cedars Road to Crescent Lane.
The doctor’d told me to remain
inside - to leave would not be sane.
I did agree, and yet, instead,
I walked awhile.
It felt, to walk that land again,
as if, in bloom, I could remain
unknowing of what lay ahead.
But then, unbid, a drop of red
told me that as the waking dead
I walked awhile.
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