Banter Between Brain and Heart
My dear heart, why do you ask me to replay these stories?
I try to harden you, building walls… quarries.
Yet you cling to a memory, a whisper of the past.
That tightness in your chest you know it’s going to last.
I know it lasts, but the feelings stay the same.
No amount of medication stops me from calling her name.
It’s the absence of her love that makes me break,
I feel it in my chest this lasting ache…
But brain, you’re weak too… especially at night,
drowning in dreams of her, wishing she’d fight.
You wake me up frantic, dreams tie me in knots,
wondering if we’re still worth her thoughts.
Broken and hurt, I question our existence.
Goddamn, I hate this fucking distance.
Was it real? Was it a lie?
Would she even be sad to see me die?
I try to find logic in why we had to end.
We acted impulsively… foolish, my friend.
I wish I could have one more talk with the version of her who loved us so much.
I wish I could hold her, feel her touch.
I’d bury my nose in the scent I miss,
lean in close and steal one last kiss.
Try to capture the moment, make it never end,
let the world disappear… just me and my girlfriend.
But that version of her has been gone so long.
Heart keeps saying this is all so wrong.
As brain I’ve accepted… I know this is real,
but heart… don’t be stupid, you can’t seem to heal.
Because why should I heal from the one we loved most?
Brain takes pity: “You’re chasing a ghost.
And ghosts don’t stay, they don’t choose, they don’t try.
So stop reaching for shadows… heart, you already know, this is goodbye.”
But the pity is for you, my dear brain.
For love withstands both time and pain.
It gives and it takes, demands effort and care,
two souls once apart by distance, yet destined and rare.
Because when all is said, they tell us to believe,
to wear your heart open… even if it means watching them leave.
See, brain… you’re all logic, numbers, and fact,
but heart I am passion and hope… I attract.
For love is patient, humble, and kind,
and when two souls meet, their lives become twined.
So no… it’s not goodbye, not the kind you’re trying to make it be.
Some things don’t end cleanly, they just live quietly in memory.
Maybe it’s distance. Maybe it’s time out of tune.
But I won’t call it the end…just a soft see you soon.
So don’t forget me… that’s what heart will say.
I won’t beg for you, I won’t ask you to stay.
Because like a ghost, love lingers unseen,
not gone… just somewhere in between.
And maybe we never find our way back soon… but we’ll still share the same sky, the same moon.
“That means nothing,” brain will say. “It changes nothing… we’re still worlds away.”
But heart just whispers, soft and true. “Same sky… Same stars… still me and you.”
