true love does not have an ending, only a new beginning
~
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 own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
by Derek Walcott
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
this poignant poem was shared with me by a very special friend indeed
JackCollier7 
💖💖
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Fine, fitting poetry.
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I’m glad you liked it. 💖
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I’m so happy you are feeling better!
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Thank you Magical Mermaid ❤
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Beautiful jack xo
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It is lovely isn’t 💖
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At least your seeming more positive now.
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Thank you Athena ❤
After a week in hospital I am no longer in physical, emotional, nor spiritual pain. 😉
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That’s good.
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