My name is Andy Tannenbaum, and I'm a private eye. But until last week, I'd never solved a case—except for the time my little sister Tara thought someone had stolen her Batman underpants. I found ... [+]
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.
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.