Old Memories

Her silver skin is smooth as porcelain and
glistens in the white light.
Her wings carefully carved, ornately and intricately
draping like thick silk down to her feet.
Her cheeks pink and rosy.
They look as sweet as sugar cake.
Though her eyes lay blank and empty, lifeless,
drained of emotion.

She sends memories of friendship shooting through my veins.
Feelings of joy when I hold her
She has followed my years of growing.
The secrets of my past lie trapped within her
stone hard gaze.

Her metal now worn and blotchy.
Her cheeks sour with passing age.
When will she fall from my aching grasp?
When will I forget?