Because I Am Writing...

Dear Left Fallopian Tube,

Bethany Lewis

Sometimes I dream you still reside

within me, mediating between Left Ovary

and Uterus. You kept them in line, in like,

even. Now they don’t associate

with each other

  At all.

I miss you.

I feel only part

woman, Despite having your sister,

Right,

Alive and well.

We speak of you silently

with utter sincerity; I wanted you to know.

We will not forget your caring nature.

The way you held on so tight

to her. How you tried to keep

her, Innocent and whole;            

                   it was not your job.

I know you only meant the best

for her. You wanted her

as much as I; for her to grow and thrive within you.

When you lost

her it shredded you. The electricity

of your despair did not go unseen.

As you bled into me, my mind

slowed

and became dumb

      I apologize.

My body could only hold

your tattered

lifeless remains,

               and hers,

Encasing your loss

within my abdomen. Concealing such calamity

from the harsh judgment of the world.

Awaking without you

was bitter. Right knew not what to do

without her sister. You left me,

                                              left us both.

Neither of us can understand what we could have done

to deserve such an empty departure

as yours                                                                                                               and hers.