Head, Heart

This is the first time I had read Head, Heart by Lydia Davis. I feel this poem very deeply. I think that the poem can relate to people in real life. Where head is the friend or family member trying to help you. Trying to tell you life goes on or everything happens for a reason. Or when the Pastor tells you that God has called his child home. 

Then heart is you. The sorrower. The one that wants the help, but more than anything, you want to hold or touch or talk to that person you loved so  much. You can't tell "heart" that everything happens for a reason and it still not hurt more then being hit by a car. Love hurts. The loss hurts even worse. Years later the heart still hurts and head still tells you that it is life. Move on. But never forget. Heart will never forget.