Jacqui Thewless - Et tu

Love’s loss is
endless.
There will be no recovery
of the thing that is lost –
whatever shall I call it? –
something prime, key, critical,
required.

In feeling this
I’m not alone.
Millions of people every moment every day -
old wo/men, children, teens, our mothers, fathers, friends -
have this invisible
enclosure ripped away.

Love
only has short use, now. We should expect it
to flick out,
the instantaneous blast
to rip our homes apart, the after-shock
to break our hearts,
the loss of what makes him, him,
or you, you
to bruise the innerspace we crawl into.

Jacqui Thewless

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