The Mechanic

Suddenly, he became bleak and cold.

It wasn’t always this way.

I used to hold his hands and entrust him with my fears.

Now the look in his eyes is blank.

He isn’t the same.

I have to wind him up now to get a reaction.

Sometimes I take his batteries out when I get mad.

Sometimes his flesh peels off and I see the metal interior.

He was always this way.

I still take care of him though, hoping he’ll return to his old ways.

Will we go back to the old days?

The days where he would tell me stories and all his worries.

My patience is thin and I’m running out of parts.

Am I your friend?

Or am I your Mechanic?