My right arm is missing

Simply because I do not enjoy dwelling for long, does not mean the pain abates
emotional, soulful, discordant – the pain of losing my right arm
– so my former companion is known to me. So I wait.
 
For time to heal, even though time
to me
does not exist.
Only eternity,
stretches further back and forth
in itself.
 
And just because I enjoy getting on with life, does not mean the sadness departs
for even though my right arm is missing
I still continue to laugh, and despite the physical ache of my heart.
 
For time does heal, even though time
to me
does not exist.
Only eternity,
stretches further back and forth
in itself.
 
I wonder when, I will feel my right arm again.