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 image from the mirror.

       Sit. Feast on your life.