mechanical heart

Like an old car rusting away in a garage; it's always there, in the back of your mind. You keep meaning to get to it, but you put it off another day, for another time. You remember the days when it shined - the fresh paint, the smooth hum of the engine. Tip-top shape. You tell yourself one day you'll roll up your sleeves and fix her up again like new. But I'm afraid that day will never come.