Art Is Valuable (but I’m broke)

I want to be the one that buys your art

So I can hear how happy it made you

How you struggled that week between jobs and chores

Or why a trauma gave you inspiration instead of just a scar

But I can’t always be that one.

Someone else will buy it instead,

and I’ll never hear that story.

And there isn’t a word I know

for that kind of happy sadness.