Talk-Talk

They go back and forth like this all the time.  “You can do this,” my head tells my heart, but my heart is foolish and always has been.  It enjoys being wounded, so my head lies to comfort its old friend.  But my head has a conscience that says, “I told you lies.”  My heart smiles to my head, “I know.”  My head thinks for a moment, “Why are you happy?”  In return, my heart slows, “Because I can do anything.”  The room starts spinning along with my head.  Before its last beat, my heart laughs, “I can do this.”