Breasts

I never missed you
nestled high upon my chest
lovely soft round pillows
full haughty globes.
Admired.  Yes,
even by me.
Prideful I was,
blessed among women.
Even when you were gone
it was no tragedy . . .not then.
I never missed you in all these
years, twenty six and more
to be exact.
Not through nights with spouse
or after with that one lover
who never noticed or, if he did
I couldn’t tell.
I never missed you in all these years
well, maybe just the sensitive 
erotic brown nubs that stood erect
like attentive soldiers when it was cold
or when I was hot.
And I’ve been hot, 
so I’m told.
I never missed you in all these years.
No regrets for cut of scalpel 
no second thoughts
for flayed flesh
until now.
Until Him. 
I never missed you in all these years, 
but I miss you now.
The sorrow of your loss
has come home to roost 
but tears have no magic 
to heal my scarred disfigured chest.

bereavementfree verse

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