Villanelle 1

This was hard - not because of the pattern - but to me it seems a little off, like the lines don't fit because of the rhyme. All I can do is improve on it later!

You are not there anymore,
Sitting in that kitchen chair
There is nothing to come back here for.

I hesitate to pass your door,
No television on, the furniture moved
You are not there anymore.

My soul is a rotten apple core,
Discarded and rotting, no use
There is nothing to come back here for.

Tears crowd my eyes until they are sore,
No use to me now, no use to you
You are not there anymore.

I never foresaw what the future had in store,
Although I knew one day I would say
There is nothing to come back here for.

No reason to make that right turn anymore,
The left turn takes me home, but
You are not there anymore,
There is nothing to come back here for.