He gives…
because he sees the weight they carry
and knows how heavy the world can be.

They come to him with open hands,
needing kindness, needing time,
needing pieces of him
that he offers generously.

They take—
because it’s easy.
Because he always says yes,
because he never asks for anything in return.
Because he is the steady ground
beneath their unsteady feet.

But when he is empty,
when his voice shrinks,
and his hands tremble,
when he asks for a moment…
they disappear.

No messages.
No calls.
Just silence where they used to be.

He wonders if they ever cared
or if he was only an oasis,
a convenience,
a stop along the way
to something better.

Still, he gives,
Not because they deserve it.

He gives because he can.

Sometimes though, he wonders—
why?