First And Last Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

First and Last

Find it too difficult
Though try very hard
To get her out of mind!

Once she was my best and
Now, she is my Ex-wife!

Every time I touch or
Converse with her gender
I see her, deep in mind.

Now, I see why the faiths
Advised and insisted:
"Marry youths as virgins."

A divorced, widower
Sees his Ex everywhere
In the house and in shops,
At table and in bed…

I recall how she talked
Of women and the girls
From hair to buttocks
To walking, leg and arm,
As well as thin, chubby,
The breasts' location
On bony, or fat chests.

"Look at her, her breasts
Are almost at her neck
As if hands choking her."

"Look at her, her breasts;
Near her belly-button…"

She talked of the things that
Were not part of my life
Before I married her.

Now, cannot ignore her;
Her comments are in head!