I see the way you care for everyone else,

More than yourself.

Picking up every broken piece of glass

Because you know that if you don’t

Who will?

I see the way you love,

Not just through words

I hold the photos
 of memories of the forgotten.

I sit, on an old shelf

For people to admire

I sit all day and night.

No other purpose in the world.

The people smile. But not at me.

The whole world’s quiet sound
echoing on the still ground—
an understanding.
-Haiku