A neurosurgeon’s love song.
VERSE 1
I’ve held a living brain inside my hands,
Mapped every sulcus, traced the gyrus where thought stands.
I know the cortex like a city I designed —
But I cannot find the region where you live in mine.
PRE-CHORUS
The dopamine spikes when you walk through the door,
My anterior cingulate’s never ached like this before.
CHORUS
You’ve crossed the blood-brain barrier I built so tall,
Lit up my limbic system, nucleus and all.
I’ve resected what was killing me for years —
But I don’t have the tools to operate on this.
You are the lesion I would never, ever miss.
VERSE 2
I speak in millimeters, margins, and approach —
I plan each move so loss stays just beyond my reach.
But when you smiled across the scrub sink yesterday,
I nicked an artery — and had to look away.
BRIDGE
The amygdala fires — I know what that means —
Fear and desire dressed in the same chemical dreams.
I’ve read every atlas, every page, every chart,
But nowhere in neuroscience does it map out a heart.
So I’m standing here, gloves off, for the very first time,
Diagnosing something I can’t treat — and it’s fine.
OUTRO
I have steady hands that never shake under the lights,
I have held the weight of lives through a thousand long nights.
But I’m trembling now — and I think that you know —
Some things are beyond the surgeon’s control.
And I’m glad.
Operative note: Patient presented with acute onset of feelings, etiology unknown. Imaging unremarkable. No surgical intervention planned. Prognosis: hopeful. Attending surgeon recused — conflict of interest confirmed.


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