Steampunk Heart

Steampunk Street

                 

The warranty had expired on my broken heart

When I tried to take it back; it was falling all apart

The girl in the window smiled ferociously and said

'You can't expect me to accept a heart that's half dead'

As I turned I heard her laughter after my pathetic sight

I know she couldn't help herself but still it wasn't right

I had a great capacity once; inside of that machine

To carry love across the world and through all I'd seen

I went walking on some broken glass over the remains of the past

where a house fell down all around my first and last;

From that first spring when my heart would sing a solemn lullaby

until that final winter when I heard that last goodbye

In the field not far I found a tinker talking all alone

She saw my heart and then waved me over to her little home

Handing me a card and introducing herself she did say

'Why don't you bring that junk and stop by my store someday?'

I pondered what to do and for days I shuffled my wandering feet

until I found myself at her store on Steampunk Street

She was not too busy to stop her work and eye me up and down

while I looked in awe at all the pieces I saw lying around

Holding out her hand and standing in expectation

I slowly gave her my heart with a great reservation

She smiled and then got serious and put my heart in a clamp

She tightened until I felt it pinch and I winced at the cramp

For hours upon minutes and for day after dark

she tinkered and she tampered and was tearing me apart

I could only stare in horror realizing how numb I had become

and watching each chamber replaced until her work was done

Lying in recovery with my steampunk tinker medic

I no longer felt the heart pangs; just a throbbing headache

She kissed me on the cheek and said with an apologetic smirk

'Well we're done now and it's time to get back to work.'

I stood and thanked her as I tiptoed out her door

Everything felt a thousand times better than before

My bandaged chest and blurry vision healed up that very week

but sometimes my rebuilt heart still has a stubborn squeak.