Have You Checked the Frosty Fridge

Where have I lost it? I have searched through all the cabinets and cupboards. Might it be in the bedroom tucked inside sheets of lavender? Nope, only broken memories in glass frames, my knuckles smeared with red. What mayhem has embarked in this kitchen of strewn pots and pans? The reflective stanless echoing a once dancing era of full hearts, an elastic band that stretched your smile. Only now they have been painted black with grease. O wait now I remember where I left it. With you, inside a throb beating chest, locked with steel bolts. -Mitch