Is not proportional to the things we have lost
But to the weight our hearts have placed on them
‘’Its just a plate ‘’you tell him.
‘’It was only once’’, she said
‘’Get over it.’’
But if you wish to understand
The anguish of another soul
Using tangible measures and scales
You will miss the reality of the person right
In front of you.
Human hearts are not objective,
and we demand them to be so at our own peril.
Each heart knows its own
and no one else can share