The Phantom Limb

Truly, madly, deeply

Sadly dead and gone

Canvas burning, spark a yearning

Carry on

I feel, yet I reach into thin air

You heal to your heart’s content

Searching deep within you

for strength to continue through sinew and bone

Never mind mending damaged nerve endings

I’m accident prone

I feel, yet I reach into thin air

You heal to your heart’s content

I have had a thousand days to wither,

missed the point of no return

I have made my changes for the bitter

and watched your painted likeness burn

It could not save me, nor you

The passers-through no matter

who might make it to the end

It did not save you

I stare at the limb as its precious skin becomes illusion

These bones are at home and I’ll keep on cherishing them

I feel, yet I reach into thin air

You heal to your heart’s content