If my soul has a place in my mortal body,
then it hides behind the lower tip of the right
shoulder blade. You were always on my back
and pushed me with your intensity and tough
demands, until my already before weak back
tensed up in such pains, it even got me once
to an emergency room. “I can’t see anything”,
said the doctor. (He was a crap of course.) As
I knew it was you and even hard, I cut you off.
Now you’re gone and the pains fold back and
I breathe and think freely and I’m happy again.
But my silly old heart is sad and it misses you.