the walls around
me melt
and the world blurs
in to some
chaotic spiral
all the things
i should have said
could
have done
the wooden planks that still
stab
remind
me
of the unfinished shoe
rack
of
our home
and herb gardens
and sunday scrambled
eggs and our
children and
dreams
that
life
conspired against
the silence is deathly
out here in
space
but i am deafened
by the sound
of my heart
breaking.
i'm so
so
sorry.
.
me melt
and the world blurs
in to some
chaotic spiral
all the things
i should have said
could
have done
the wooden planks that still
stab
remind
me
of the unfinished shoe
rack
of
our home
and herb gardens
and sunday scrambled
eggs and our
children and
dreams
that
life
conspired against
the silence is deathly
out here in
space
but i am deafened
by the sound
of my heart
breaking.
i'm so
so
sorry.
.
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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 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.
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