like a phantom limb...

i could feel you sitting next to me
and i wanted to hold your hand.

but it was only empty air.

my mind plays these strange games....
.... and i turn my head to make sure that you are there.

but you are not.

i thought i heard your voice,
and laughter.

but it's only my imagination.

i guess this is just a little of what it must feel like for an amputee....

you are my phantom limb. and i miss you!

thanks for coming to toronto! siempre contigo.