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.