I read your obituary.
Pleasure bubbling through my veins.
You’re gone, sweet traitor.
April sunshine in my face;
it’s warmer than a dish served cold.
You called before;
I answered “maybe”,
knowing well that I would lay
a yellow rose beside your grave.
Schadenfreude warms me
as I smile behind my mourning veil.
For Fireblossom’s prompt at toads using foreign words… why not get into the cozy mode of schadenfreude. This is also a 55 word poem for Kerry.
September 21, 2018