Forever's a hand full of tears

Head tilted, eyes straining to see the image reflecting in the mirror, slanted and mostly hidden from view. A mother, long hair bleached by the sun, reddish gold glinting and scraggled. Just a few moments captured forever in my mind as I glance through my car window into the rear view.... 

What is that? Like one of those eerie moments of poignant, lonesome reflection in a movie.

Sitting here feeling so fragile, feeling so much of everything. The sharpened sensations that occur after every heartsickening, overwhelming encounter. How much do I really matter to anyone else? How much does anyone else really matter to me? 

Which is heavier, my head or my heart? 

Oh, dearest Lord, carry us through.