Phantom limb
I feel you back again
A heart catch
A cheshire grin
Fading in mid air
A turn of head
A tilt of chin
Across a crowd
A blink of eye
Then gone again
Phantom limb
You're an itch
I can't scratch
A quirked brow
A throat catch
A passing scent
that rings a bell
like Pierre Cardin
Then gone again
Phantom limb
You're an old joke
A voice
with a familiar ring
Passing on the street
not missing a beat
Yet even without you
I know
Somehow
I'll be whole then...
even though
You're gone again.
Monday June 27,1988
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem