The sum of all that gets lost
during our years of living
never exceeds to what life is worth,
you say, imitating the Thinker of Rodin
as you take place with your back against mine.
I ponder about it
sitting on the other scale of the balance,
same position as you took, should have taken,
but I am not sure, even when I fall and the
whole thing tells me what weighs more: my body or your soul.