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.

– Love After Love

Derek Walcott