Though you were happy (Day 710)

Though you were happy where you were, 

I held the door open for you.

You were not hungry, yet I fed you, 
spoonful by spoonful.

In the midst of a nightmare, 

you trembled, and I, believing you

were cold, lay another blanket over 
your warm and fragile body.

You did not ask me for these things, 

but I did them.

You did not want these things,

but I gave them, sometimes 

unwillingly, to you, and in the giving, 
and in the receiving, somehow, 
both of us lost the gift.

(c) by Hannah Six