I am the dropped bubble gum on the sidewalk; forgotten. A piece of ice cream. Maybe a full scoop. An eraser, wounded from poignant pokings of pencils. A broken heart was once me, a fixed heart is me now. The scent of sandy sneakers living in the trash can. A fabulous flock of flamingos, running free. A lollipop of spices and sadness. A broken heart was once me, a fixed heart is me now.