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Head Heart

Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again.

You will lose the ones you love.
They will go.
We wrestle a little longer.
It is a struggle to let go.

Heart weeps.
Heart feels better.
Then....the words of head 
do not remain long in the ears of the heart.

Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head.
Help, heart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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