Let Me Count the Ways

I have lost count of the times I've misplaced my phone around the house, even my own room. I hardly seem to care anymore as to where I put it last or when I'll be needing it again. When speaking of the heart as a symbol of endearment, some people are said to walk around with their hearts on their sleeves while others claim to have given their beloved their hearts on departure. I think as a means to ensure I would not flit away like a butterfly as soon as the long winter gave way to spring, Ryz took my brain with him when he left.