Galaxy

All I wanted was to give, to give to make people better than they were, feel better, be better, be more inclined to laughter.

Yes, my giving was on my terms and somewhat selfish, but it has been the right thing to do and it has made me happy.

Now, I find no one interested in getting anything I have to give, to be taken for granted, to be thought of as old, and I am not happy.

Getting doesn’t help. Anything I get just seems to sink quietly into a black hole at my core.

Now, I am only getting older, and I wonder what being gone will be like, and who will notice.

January 2024