A bit lop-sided,
If you looked closely enough.
A missing footprint,
One less hand to hold,
A few less fingers to run through your hair.
Close your eyes,
And you can almost imagine it’s still there
Until you are woken by
Sudden, unbearable, phantom pains,
The plague of a mind that
Reminds you over and over again
Of that thing you miss,
That missing limb
That aching, missing part of you.