Know.

Know this.
If I lose, if I give in, know this.

I don’t blame anyone but me.
It was all on me. Always.
I couldn’t adapt.
I couldn’t fit this odd shape
into any gaps I found.
Many tolerated me,
often with slight hesitation
as if confused, but still so kindly.
If otherwise, I was too blind to see it.
Those who tried, I’m so grateful for them
and I hope they will continue
putting out that generosity
to others in need of it.
With me gone, there’ll be more to go around.

I hope I left on a high note, but I guess
that’s not how these things usually go, is it?

I hope that the space I empty will be filled
with the love and contributions everyone deserves. 

If I ever give in
if I give up,
there’ll likely be no note at that time.
So please,
everyone who was precious:
know.

.

April 17, 2025