You broke my favorite glass.
Now you feel bad. It was my
favorite because I touched it
so many times. I looked at its
pieces you so carefully gathered.
I think it was tired and wanted
to go. I held the largest shard
and it glittered. I held it to my
ear and it said, “I am now free.”
What makes things special is
who brings them and what
they carry. You are special.
Our dog is special. The wind
through the tops of the trees
before dawn which you were
amazed by before you broke
the glass is special. So don’t
feel bad. Just feel.