A poem...

Love after Love
by Derek Walcott

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 each others 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, who you
ignored for another,
Take down the love letters
from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your image from the mirror.
Sit.  Feast on your life.