She has a four inch scar-
vertical-
from above her navel,
to her almost there.

Slightly raised
it has it's smooth parts
and bumpy edges
which I stroke most nights;

each time wondering if
the bumpy will get smooth
or the smooth bumpier.

It at times
seems to signify
her good half
and her better half.

She doesn't notice
since I touch it so often;
a  nightly ritual.

It must be soothing to her;
she doesn't protest.

'Thanks Dear' she most often says.
I imagine
she imagines
this is our way
of staying in touch
and I feel her
in this way

knowing if I sooth

long enough

the scar will melt away.