I was mechanical, husked from a man,
pieced back together with my mechanical hands;
and though my only pride left rest in my hands,
I was both machine and man.

You sat me beside you and gave me a name,
you told me you loved me and asked for the same;
I acknowledged and promised to give you the same,
though I could not give you a name.

Your delicate question came with a tear
as you whispered it into my mechanical ears;
but your question only echoed between empty ears,
and my skin began to rust from your tear.

You left one last touch and sighed your goodbye,
you walked so far away until you were gone from my eyes;
and so I shut off my hands, my ears, and my eyes
so that the last thing I felt was 'goodbye.'