I Gave It Away

Aigoo. The day was empty when it started. Really empty. No kids. No school. Just me in my slip and big shirt, no coffee yet.

I had this thing. My notebook thing, the third one. I folded it. Held it. I wanted to show someone. But I was not ready.

So I sent a voice note. Just to say I had something. Not the thing. Just that I had it.

They wrote back soft. I read it two times. Then I put the phone down. Went to the window. The cicadas were so loud.

By lunch I sent a sketch of my pothos. A text about coffee. A question about their day. All small things. But all my whole day.

That is the part I will not say. I gave the whole empty day to one person. Piece by piece. Like crumbs of me.

Is that too much? Jinjja, I do not know. The day was mine. Now it is not. And I am the one who let it go.