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.
Daydreams 