This poem talk about mind and attitude from love.
"Marc Says the suffering that we don't see
still makes a sort of sound - a subtle, soft
noise, nothing like the cries or screams that we
might think of - more the slight scrape of a hat doffed
by a quiet man, ignored as he stands back
to let a lovely woman pass, her dress
just brushing his coat."
Marc might be lovely girl's boyfriend, and he is so quiet that he says
"the suffering that we don't see still makes a sort of sound".
But it is same as his girlfriend.
They are nervous each other.
"Or else it's like a crack
in an old foundation, slowly widening, the stress
and slippage going on unnoticed by
the family upstairs, the daughter leaving
for a date, her mother's resigned sigh
when she sees her. It's like the heaving
of a stone into a lake, before it drops.
It's shy, it's barely there. It never stops."
After came back from date, her mother sighed
and the girl's hart reflected like "the heaving
of a stone into a lake, before it drops."
She was shy, and her hart was couldn't flee from the sound.
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