When I walked away from Joe after he told me we were over, I felt incomplete, like I had left something behind – my card maybe, or my phone. An object of importance that it would be difficult to function without. I patted my pockets, dug my fingers into them, but I could feel my phone, my travelcard, the things I needed. I still felt wrong. When I got to the station, I thought about going back and checking the pavement, but I thought that if I had dropped anything it probably would have been taken by someone else by now.
