Where was my lover?
I cried myself to sleep, ricocheting the echo of his absent voice on the walls of my interior.

The broken record finally fixed itself.

I laid my head upon his soul and absorbed the warmth of companionship.
My arteries plucked one by one,
He loves me
He loves me not
He loves m—
Effort flowed effectively from the standing petals and then he came along.
We combined together to make a beautiful flower. Shades of happiness and love.
It was our heart, not his, not mine, ours.