The time will
come
when, with
elation,
you will greet
yourself arriving
at your own
door, in your own mirror,
and each will
smile at the other's welcome,
and say, sit
here. Eat.
You will love
again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give
bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to
the stranger who has loved you
all your life,
whom you ignored
for another, who
knows you by heart.
Take down the
love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs,
the desperate notes,
peel your own
image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on
your life.
