psychic surgery

To amputate a phantom limb
involves a certain suffering
in finding out how little pain
accompanies the sudden loss
of where there never was a gain,

or really, anything at all.
Just something that you thought

was there. An attribute

you always had

depended on - and never let
it let you down. But now you know,
the drop,
the ball.

No one was playing catch with you
at all.

It's just
your mind, that it was in.
So all along, it was but prayer
or placebo - your faith,

your sin. You were the one

who counted every win, in game
no other joined. About something
no other cared.

There was no wrong,
just phantom right.

Of which,
they were the champion.

And won, somehow

- Just every
single
time.

but

it was only you,
to cheer them on, and
they did not know why

or how.

So everything
is just as was.

No wound to close,
no stitch, no fuss

You can't make up the difference, now.