Who wrote this? Well, Craig Smith, he of super human editing ability, says I did. My words.

“You wrote it,” he tells me. They are my words, true. But I was only responding to an email he wrote.

In the end, he suggested it should be a poem. I had not thought of that. He sent it to me. On his suggestion, and prior to receiving his version, I had written it as a poem as well.

His version, with three minor differences in line breaks and a word or two more, was exactly the same as mine.

Craig Smith wrote it.

Adam Byrn Tritt wrote it.

Maybe it was just laying there waiting.

Spent

One of my biggest fears is
I’m of no use.
Silly, perhaps,
but there you are.

I know one thing
for certain:
when we are done,
whether several lives or one,
what we leave is
what we have done with our hearts.

Fritz Perls said,
“I don’t want to be
saved,
I want to be
spent.”
Me too.
When I’m done,
I want to be
fully done
and have used what I could reach
of my heart.

So these days
fully half of what I do is done
so I can reach more
of my heart
so there is more to use.