One thing I rarely mention;

the tumor they removed was benign
and in fact quite simply a “mass”.

I feel it’s loss like a molar removed
my tongue ever probing the hole till it heals,
and even after at it’s ghostly presence.

Pangs in it’s place, my mass I miss you
like a child never born or a dream unrecalled.

Little did I know the offset of my chi,
the placement of my ink, the quenching of
thirst and quelling of hunger centered on you.

One thing I rarely mention
is that I cry when I write.