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
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,
eel our own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on our life.
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