Wilby

Wilby liked to give.

All through his life, he gave to others:

Little by little, or lot by lot.

But sending things out, without more coming in, leaves a person empty.

People did not like to give to Wilby.

They didn’t give to him, first, or give back to him, after.

He didn’t mind —

The emptiness made him feel light and airy, and he confused it with happiness.

He gave so much that he became nothing but a thin shell.
Too thin, in fact —

With nothing inside to support him, Wilby collapsed.

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