I envy my body
for it always gets what it wants.
If it gets tired, I sleep
If it aches, I rest
If it's wounded, I treat and never want to feel the pain again.

But, my heart,
I pity my heart
for it never gets what it wants.
If it gets tired, I coax
If it aches, I endure
If it's wounded, I heal to be wounded once more.

May you rest in peace, dear heart
your epitaph i have prepared
but no one cares to read it
be silent, be still, be cold.