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.
—Derek Walcott (via largerloves)
[…] you vowed before
the god of all lost loves
that you would never take
that road again, that you
would take that road never
again, that you would take never
that road again.
the road, you kept repeating that.
—Samuel Hazo, from “Don Juan’s Dream of Near and Far Misses,” And the Time Is: Poems, 1958-2013 (Syracuse University Press, 2014)