A red heart walked alone in a quiet park. It was September 1st, 2020. It began to rain. The red heart grew cold in the rain. It left the park. The red heart skipped a beat at the flashing, broken traffic light. The red heart crossed the street and hoped to rhyme. The red heart at dawn. The red heart at first light. The heart doesn’t always get what it wants. The heart doesn’t always get what it wants. The red heart at sunset. The red heart at night.