Augury

I have a scar beneath by breast

Only lovers see it.  

Today I felt it like it was the first time. 

That pain that echoed through each nerve. 

It was opened first when I was too young to know. 

But I knew.  

I remember it, my first memory, 

Without the chords of protest 

Without knowing before it was too late

He called his brother. 

It still aches

My first scar 

On days when you are closest

Like an augury.