Love After Love
by Derek Walcott
by Derek Walcott
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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 yourself. 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.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself. 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.
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True and excellent words that are best heeded by my horribly broken heart. The pain is still excruciating but lessening slightly, the loneliness all encompassing and is nearly unbearable...Punishment of myself is constantly pushing me to that darkest of edges and yet no one knows...I keep it locked away as a last resort to calm my emotionally shattered mind, paranoia still rampant. I continue to ask the question and I don't have an answer for myself, yet I'm the only one who can have it. I will still exist...For the time being...Tears seemingly still my only close friend but even they seem to be abandoning me in the sea of despair.
Cappy...Out
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