Exchange

I don’t care for other people’s pain.

She carries it all, for any one who asks her:
The lost crown of a fallen King,
The lover who turned from him,
The guilty accused but never given fair trial,
The victims of their malevolent assaults,
The battered minds of broken lovebirds,
The mouths of those who arrested their flight . . .

How can she shrug off a pound of her own and lift the ton of the others?
I do not understand.

I am drawn to her. I love her, just as they have. She listens.