Styrofoam Heart

One funny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I was just taking a walk

Going my way, thinking

When I saw that thing on the road

All crunched up and broken

A styrofoam heart just lying alone

At least I think it was a heart

(Hard to tell with its condition) 

I almost picked it up

Without asking permission

Was something missing this heart

Was it stolen?

Was some android human 

Going around this city 

Without empathy or emotion or feelings?

Should I file a missing heart report

Maybe listen to the radio 

Where a stupid RJ might

Ask if someone has seen a styrofoam heart

Lying on some street somewhere

And if someone could return that heart

To its rightful owner

But that might not happen

Not a chance

So I picked up the heart and tried to mend it

I propped its piece and smoothed the creases

But it withered away 

In my hands

Now my fingers are slick 

With styrofoam dust

And the black hole in my chest is howling at the moon

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This poem could have been longer, because the narrator spent a lot of time just looking at the piece of styrofoam in his hands.