A heart lost may never truly be found.

Love remains buried deep inside our bones.

Feelings, memories, and needs grow like weeds inside our skulls.

Loneliness tumbles from us like tears from our eyes.

“What ifs” spill out while excuses continue to betray.

Images of what was play on repeat as we finally fall asleep.

You may find the body that owns the heart you lost long ago.

But a heart lost may never truly be found.

• J.B. Andrews