« Cabeça, Coração»

  Heart weeps.
  Head tries to help heart.
  Head tells heart how it is, again:
  You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But
 even the earth will go, someday.
  Heart feels better, then.
  But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of

heart
  Heart is so new to this.
  I want them back, says heart.
  Head is all heart has.
  Help, head. Help heart.

  Lydia Davis