My heart is for feeling.

There are nerve endings throughout my body.
But, my heart has a way of feeling things outside of my body.
It feels my partner's gaze when my eyes are somewhere else.
It feels a hard day’s work in my mother's food.
It feels my brother's anticipation as he is about to cross the graduation stage.
It feels my nephew's excitement as he swims in the ocean for the first time.
It feels my best friend's tears when she catches her lover in another lie.
It feels my father's regret when I refuse to answer his calls.
It feels my godfather's convenient forgetfulness when he sees me with my mother.
It also feels his stare whenever I'm not.
It feels the gratitude of strangers whenever I help them. It feels the scorn of men whose advances I deny.
It feels the weight of the world.
It feels the electricity of my city.
My heart feels the night sky full of stars.

My heart is for feeling everything outside of me, even when there is nothing inside to feel.