Strange Fruit

It has been exactly a year since I had major surgery that made me both less and more. I am less somehow because I am missing an organ, but I am more because I have less pain and less regular trauma.

But as I sit here thinking about that space that is not empty, yet not full, I wonder at my sense of longing. "What ifs" and "what could have beens" aren't helpful or productive.

Wombless in room without a view.