Le/mon day

A lemon was found dead

rotten

at the back of the fridge

I thought we have run out of lemons?

It reeked

pungent tinge filled the air

Guess it’s our loss — I said to her

to silence

Do you think a funeral on Monday

befits the reputation of a lemon? — I jested

Ever so sour, bitter, and repulsive

nothing is excessive for a lemon — I scoffed

at her

We sank into the couch, Monday night ageing late, both secretly wishing we are it.