ode to my intimo bra

goodbye my bra, my love, my friend.

over these almost four years, you have been a source of constant support.
your shiny redness added a little glamour to my day.
i felt so comfortable with you fitted inside shirt, up against my chest.
oh-so-close to my heart.

when you started leaking i was confused.
had i spilt some strange substance on you, that was making me oily after wear?
why was your ‘wet patch’ not drying?
and when i realised, that at last, your waters (metaphorically speaking) had broken, i almost cried.

you have been a true and loyal friend, red intimo bra.
i, and your black counterpart will miss you dearly.

goodbye my bra, my love, my friend.
you are never far from my heart.