I have to get used to live without thinking of my heart. See without it, breath without it, smile and work and cry having it far away. For I forgot it in a bus, and a stranger took it with him. I don't even think he noticed when he slipped it inside his purse. Now I feel it in some other city so far away, and I will have to live without it, until I can see him again and ask him to give it back.
