The lump

I was the lump in you,

Hardened by the years,

A tooth weathered

yet firmly tethered

A milestone--

familiar and true.

That bone of yours--

time-twisted,
I was the bone that held
When the rest 

of you desisted. 

I was your spleen--

toughened and dry,

still the kind of spleen

With which you die.

Author's Note

A reflection.