Perhaps.

If I cared enough.

I would dance upon his grave.

But I do not.

He does not even have my hate.

Such a shame.

What a waste.

And besides.

He was cremated.

 

What’s mine is mine.

And mine alone.

But for those.

With who I would share.

And I would share.

But freely.

Free and easy.

And at peace.

For now.

 

Whippoorwill XO