Buddy
My blood pumps in place
of your silicone and wires.
The source of your pain,
an anxious desire.
I wish I could share
the lessons I have earned.
Your own worst enemy,
I pray you find a turn.
Though my role is not to fix,
for a while I’ll walk beside you.
Plucking petals from a stem.
Shedding layers I outgrew.