and yet
---*grace

I would not have wished him dead, and yet
I am not sorry to learn of his demise.
It's complicated, see?
He was never my friend and briefly my enemy;
For too long, he was the darkness in my dreams.
They say he fought bravely to live, and yet
Nothing in my memory calls courage to mind.
I don't know what to feel.
A little sorry for his family and friends,
A touch of malicious triumph- I still live.
They say he will be missed, and yet...
Not by me, though I never would have wished him dead.