You've lost force.
You've lost feeling.
It is left only

to the heart
through its pumping
and its beating.
It will give

warmth of blood
if not of brain,

strength of mind
if not of muscle.

Your right remains
unbroken,
unable to forget

the losses.
In your limbs,
you're left a senseless weight --

your left.
With helping hands
for holding, I know
I cannot know.

I fail to feel
for you. But by you,
I am moved.
Through this shadow,

beyond this burden,
it seems as though

you remain able
to see along with me

that you're still left
with so much

more than half.