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A Million Dollar View

by Nancy Ames

It cancels everything between us,
even death does not cancel life
the way this betrayal of his has
negated all our busy mornings,
afternoons, evenings and nights,
realizing now that the thing he
always treasured most was that
small sparkly shard of ice he
kept strictly secret, hidden deep
inside the cold silent center
of his heart because he believed
that one day it would turn into
a great big magical diamond
that he could cash in for
a million dollar view.

He was wrong. Dead wrong.

In the future, when I am old,
I will not remember his face,
his crooked smile, or the
meaningless beauty of his
hand on my breast.


Posted on 06/04/2017
Copyright © 2023 Nancy Ames

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 07/20/18 at 09:38 PM

I'll bet that is not true! I recall every woman's breast I ever touched one particular one that goes back 60 years that was a real accident, unless you believe Freud. And I wont argue with that! Take care.

Posted by Michael Anthony on 11/25/19 at 07:50 PM

I love this and i think there will be many rainy mornings you'll wake to the memory of that hand.

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