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.