Love’s loss is <br />endless. <br />There will be no recovery <br />of the thing that is lost – <br />whatever shall I call it? – <br />something prime, key, critical, <br />required. <br /> <br />In feeling this <br />I’m not alone. <br />Millions of people every moment every day - <br />old wo/men, children, teens, our mothers, fathers, friends - <br />have this invisible <br />enclosure ripped away. <br /> <br />Love <br />only has short use, now. We should expect it <br />to flick out, <br />the instantaneous blast <br />to rip our homes apart, the after-shock <br />to break our hearts, <br />the loss of what makes him, him, <br />or you, you <br />to bruise the innerspace we crawl into.<br /><br />Jacqui Thewless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/et-tu/
