Couch Cushions

Digging through the couch cushions

I found the pieces of my heart

Plastered to the fabric

Along with sixty cents

Two quarters and a dime

Fitting because it seems

That’s all you thought

My love was worth

So it makes sense

I’d find those things there

My cardiac remnants

And spare change

Buried with the crumbs

Of nights we spent together

All of the affection

I got from you

Contained within the lint