The soul knows it is standby equipment.
Some days for it are not days at all,
because it stays in its box,
uninvited to the world.

The soul has suffered all it can stand
And it has promised itself,
the next time you betray it,
watch out.

But the soul stands now by your grave for you
and all that waiting is forgotten
it only knows it misses you
and it howls.

Mike Finley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-soul-stands-watch/