|What Love Cannot Do|
It cannot save itself when it expires
like a tire’s slow leak. It cannot bring back
the greediness of youth
until the next time
and then there is no next time.
You never see it coming but always see it leaving.
It waits by the door, bags packed,
full of stones from your life.
the distance between Point A and Point B,
which feels like a galaxy,
"What Love Cannot Do" by January Gill O'Neil from Misery Islands. © Cavan Kerry Press, 2014.