Did You See My Heart? "Did you see my heart?" I thought aloud. "Did you give it to somebody?" asked Joe. "No… she leapt away from me," I said. "She might have been hurt," said Joe. "Yes — stabbed, tarnished, and wounded. Alas, she felt misplaced, irrelevant. Above all, she was crushed beneath my mind." "So how do you feel, heartless?" asked Joe. "Without her, I am numb — stoic. I can neither love, nor be loved."