A Dialogue

You are not bereaved

says Mind.

A temporary

momentary loss

cannot

is not

a residual separation.

Move ahead.

Heart interrupts,

One more.

Can you set aside your logic, Mind

and feel? Times moves

slowly

inside these ribs, longing for

one more chance to love.

I am fragile.

Feel less, Heart.

Know more.

Mind, I am heavy. Can you feel the weight?

Do not tell me to know.

They ceased to work together.

Now immobilized hands,

frozen feet,

wait for an end to this dialogue of grief.