I want to see myself
as the world sees me.
I imagine I'm small,
insignificant, menial,
but to me, I'm all there is.
The only important things
are those in my life I hold
greatly above all else;
a husband, a dog-
the family I grew with,
the family I grew into.
These things mean nothing
in the eyes of a grand scheme,
whatever it may be.
I hold on to trinkets
from years passed
and never let them go
when they signify a moment
I thought I may somehow
learn from in the future.
That blue button
I found on the sidewalk
the day you found yourself in prison.
I mourned the loss
of your friendship because I knew
we would never speak again.
I put my head down in prayer for you
as useless as you thought that was-
it never hurt though, did it?
Even a button,
no matter how trivial
the world thinks it may be
had so much meaning
in my insignificant eyes,
but the world?
but the world?
