I think I’ve lost it, it must have fallen.

Or I must have forgotten it somewhere, maybe given away in a book, or left under my bed, or behind an imagined picture, perhaps in the elevator of a building or in the twilight of the mornings, beneath a coffee table by the sea, or at the bottom of a $5 drink, or maybe I sent it with some flowers that day (maybe you didn’t see it), but they still haven’t returned it to me.

Return it to me or someone give me one, it doesn’t matter if it’s squished and made of velvet, or plush, or plastic, I need a heart to sleep cuddling with it

Heart and consciousness

And so the party can be complete

(Bring me my heart, will you 🥺?)