Poetical interlude 3

apart
a part of me
shorn off
torn away
amputated
nine months later
phantom pain
still wakes me in the night
no solace from it
but no malice either
it just is what it isn’t –
gone
it’s impossible to come to grips
with a missing hand

(July 19, 2011)

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