H(e)a(r)t.

Do I need it?

No; only in winter; when it is very hot; but that is all... also when it rains, when I rain: the comfort: a hat: calms the waves.

But do I need that?

I don't need.

I follow you around; films, bars, bed, back again. You clutch my hat, to your breast, gentle, tender. You lend it; weekends, evenings, an afternoon in Autumn, no matter how I try, winds up back at your place. Under the sink, within the laundry, under your pillow.

Beneath the house.

The flutter when you are far, doing god knows with my hat. It calls me; I cannot reach for it. You aren't close.

Wearing my hat, tell your friends of the tingling feeling it leaves in your ears. How it reassures. You laugh; it rolls along the curb, you'll chase.

Protect. Must keep.

Not by instruction; compulsion.

My hat, your hat.