Phantom Pain
Like a limb blown off in a Sixties' war
Will haunt with a ghost of it's own;
No way to scratch the itch,
It's all in the mind,
Whispers "surprise!" every once in a while.
To me you have become this way,
Gone but shedding traces;
I feel the phantom pain
From when I was whole,
In the absence of your being there.
Then to everything I miss,
My dog-eared days compile
Sorrowed scrapbooks of emotions,
It's all in the mind,
Yet my tears are always so real…
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