Love After Love
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.
The line "you will love again the stranger who was yourself" really resonates with me. I guess so many times I've kind of struggled with this idea that I know these two versions of me. And the past version of me has certainly felt like "the stranger who was myself" at many times. I think though - that I've finally started to greet her welcome with a smile and enjoyed the fact that I can sit and feast on my life. It is a good one - - desperate notes and all.