The empty place in the bed aches at night like a part that was torn
away. Mainly, right about where I used to throw my arm across you in sleep. If I close my
eyes, then, I see a scene from an old movie: A man is beckoning from the steps of a train,
waving to someone on the station platform. Hoping to catch the attention of his sweetheart, he doesn't see the signalpost coming. It cuts off his
arm. They show it all in the movie. The man still hanging on to the train. And the arm on
the post, already a mile behind.
Doctors say the pain from a phantom limb can last a lifetime.