Did you rejoice when torture left you?
Do I rejoice when a tourtured soul leaves?
All I can think of is cut rope, a laughably thin one
No matter the how well worn
Others, I imagine, were less worn or more tightly knit
One cut won’t leave everything crumbling
With no way to mourne, shut up alone
They would celebrate a life lived in joy, and as would I
But I cannot imagine, I cannot compare
Yet I lost you too and no one’s here to care
A friendship woven in ones and zeros
Not live enough for funerals held for living
And I do not resent them for their grief is more
But I lost you too and all the memories of you
Are sprawled out in a semi sphere
Individual seams of cut rope
Effrevacent and forever lit
A fiber optics lamp
I miss you dearly,
Sincerely,
Your hermit.