First Villanelle

I won two hundred at the track
But you wouldn't even know
I wait, daily, for you to come back

I bought ties, shoes, and slacks
And one grand, red bow
I won two hundred at the track

The bow sits on one day's stack
Of papers I search slow
I wait, daily, for you to come back

Darling, when their knuckles crack
I find breath to say no
I won two hundred at the track

Body found riverside, in a sack
I worry, but don't say so
I wait, daily for you to come back

I ask around harbors drenched in black
Bent humble, even though
I won two hundred at the track
I wait, daily, for you to come back