I’ve been told I give too much of myself—

too much,

too soon.

I will leave behind all I am,

well before my time.

So, when you scatter my ashes,

don’t shed a tear.

Know that I willingly started to shed,

long before the end of my time.

What else am I here for,

if not to love abundantly,

until I feel I can love no more?

Replenish where there is void—

may I runneth many cups over.

Expose all I am,

until you see me

in you.

If there’s one thing I’ve always known, it is this:

it is better to give than to receive.

And so, may I continue

to give too much,

too soon—

until I become one with the dirt, the air, the ocean,

and pulled by the moon.