Waiting, Looking Eastward

Where are you, my right arm?
I looked over one day,
and you were just gone.

All the memories we made together
are as clear and bright as ever.
I miss you every day.

Sometimes I can still feel you,
my phantom limb, sure hand, delicate fingers.
I never feel quite complete anymore.

Looking over the mountains to the east,
I expect you to return.
In my dreams you are still attached to me.

The details of your leaving
are still fuzzy in my mind.
How did you get so far away?

I talk to you often.
I remember every inch of you.
I feel like a freak without you.

Come back, my right arm!
Nothing has been the same since you left.
At my one side is empty space, waiting.