Excuse my heart, it did not know
The way this world is bound to go.
My mind accepts so seamlessly
The way that everything must be,
That life must end, and love depart.
But not so my unwitting heart.
It cannot grasp the separate place,
The void of loss, the empty space.
It cannot seize the steady strand
Of logic’s cool and calloused hand.
To plan, predict, and calculate,
To reason out the touch of fate,
These are the mind’s dutiful art.
Forgive my unexpectant heart.

– s. Clark