Loved By A Poet | 3.20.21

I’ve thought awhile what it means to be loved by someone, how it’s shown, how it’s displayed, how it will be remembered. The how is variable, shifting between the type of people doing the loving, the style in which they demonstrate adoration, loyalty, lust, and connection. Loved by a carpenter, perhaps it’ll show its face in handmade furniture scattered across a house, loved by a baker, in homemade bread filling the house you share with scent and sustenance.

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