The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your 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.
Life goes in cycles....so, just now I need more sleep, music, books, sunsets, long walks, laughter, creating, hugs, dreaming, road trips, fun...
but....just remember that even if we might never talk again, I'm forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me...
Hugs to you all
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