Schadenfreude

I don't do as much talking.
Lately, I prefer not doing -
the hole that joins spokes
the space that holds life
holds death.

Everything's a mirror to me.
You, also, have
receded. You're
not as you were
not without scars
not here.

Can't you see?
I'm happy without you.
Isn't it a terrible thing
this joy we find
in absences?

Reviews

[Anthony J]

Beautifully written. I'm loving the image of spokes in the first stanza. Also, your enjambment is on point. Thanks for sharing!!

[Emily B]

Effing brilliant poetry. So glad to find you here

[itsnoteoin]

wow! I'm humbled. thank you :)