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
-by Derek Walcott