I am recalled to this video piece, Throat Lumps, linked below, from my poetry book, Dusted Shelves, that on days which celebrate the essence of love, my heart sits silently with the unloved; the child who has never felt a hug, the ones neglected and the humans dejected by lack of connection or touch. Don’t fake love. It is not something to give or take. It is a state of being. It is who you are in your heart which makes your character. My tribe consists of all humans who understand the suffering of those who are triggered back to pain on days like these.