• Sitting atop the broken shelf
    In the highest room of the house
    I exist purposeless, collecting dust
    It was not always this way

    There existed a time
    Once, long ago, you and I
    I was your prized possession
    Your sentimental treasure

    You would turn my key
    And I would march for you
    My life had meaning
    I existed for no other

    The cogs inside my chest
    Would turn with glee
    And I was filled with happiness
    So many years have passed since then

    Time's hands moved forward
    And I was forgotten
    My gears left untouched
    The key, long lost since then

    I think of you, always
    For within my empty iron shell
    Beat the remnants of my clockwork heart
    It beats for you, and no one else.