Because We Can't Love

The main theme of this poem, in one word, is that we don't always help those who we can help.
How often have you looked at the ragged clothes of a beggar child and even if you had the money, you didn't do anything about it and instead, pretended not to see anything and moved on? How often have you known that someone you know is struggling financially, but you do nothing for them, and try to reason with yourself that it's okay, it's their problem, only to make yourself feel less guilty? How often have you let someone just die? How often have you let someone die in front of you and you watched without doing anything even if you could?

And we say that we can't do anything about it, only to make ourselves feel better. You actually CAN do a lot for a person, but we choose not to; thinking it's impossible just for the sake of our guilt and because we don't truly want to help another person.

Here in the poem, a girl (the poet) living a decent life saw a poor girl one evening. The little girl smiled kindly at her, without any expectations. The poet could've done something, but she didn't. She moved on. But that girl's smile haunted her at night, when the cold moon questioned her and stared down at her vulnerable nakedness.

Dedication: TNA, this is from me, to you.