Sad Poet Saturday: Storge

Love in my heart and not on my sleeve. I’ve given most of my love away. Touch is not a thing I take lightly. It is my love language.

A touch is so rare with the pandemic that I have been healed with a touch to the shoulder. But more than the pandemic it’s the way we carry ourselves. It’s a digital age of screens and not affection.

Affection is not a little heart on my status. Affection is warm hugs and less than six feet distance.

I will do my part though, and reach out. I don’t reach and I don’t receive. It seems that way anyway.

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