Conversations (II – to a headache)
You promise you will never leave me.
All day I have been trying to locate grief
And all day you have been trying to convince me
Grief and pain are the same.
If grief leaves me I will know
I have lost something vital to happiness.
So keep your promise and leave
The one I love. I’ll keep you here on call
Like a substitute teacher outside
An empty room you’ll never see.
It is very strange to try and grasp a headache as a”substitute teacher”. I think it is a very powerful image, one worth pondering about.
Just don’t get a headache thinking about it…