You don’t quite live

up to your name

but then, who does?

At least you are steady

and always there

when I need you,

never refusing the things

I give you,

good at keeping secrets.

You still have your memories

of woods, rain, and birds

to comfort you

as you stand there patiently

not minding as I now grope,

now neglect you,

gathering dust day after day

listening to the alarm

at five o’clock and never

quarreling with the mirror

whom I so often greet with a smile,

but don’t even say hello to you.