That I had to look down in embarrassment and shame
The weight that I saw being carried on the shoulders
Of this frail frame was almost more than I could bear
Suddenly, I wanted to take him in my arms
Stroke his forehead with gentle fingers
And whisper something comforting
Until he dissolved into soft sleep
But then, he looked deeply into my eyes
And I felt he could see far into my very soul
I shrank before those shining eyes
Of wisdom, kindness, and ancient labor
Then he spoke
He spoke to the blood in my veins
He spoke to the air in my lungs
He spoke to the marrow in my bones
"Tell them," he whispered
"Tell them how hard it is to clean up their messes"
"Tell them how difficult it is to keep their precious things organized"
"Tell them how hard they make it for all of us"
"Tell them," he pleaded
"That they don't have to do this"
"They don't have to divide it all up like this"
"They can keep it together"
"They can honor the parts that make them whole"
"They can love the things that enable them to live"
"They can Love"
Then he turned away, closing the door behind him
And I was left standing there, alone
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