In calico skies, where thoughts reside,
A connectome of emotions, I abide,
A tapestry rich, with threads of old,
Where solecisms of speech, my heart doth unfold.

But like a recidivous dream, you return,
A melody that haunts, and yearns to learn,
To mend the fractures, to heal the pain,
And in my soul, a new refrain to gain.

The orchestra performs, a symphony grand,
A dance of neurons, where love and loss expand,
In discordant notes, I search for harmony,
A resonance that...