Love After Love

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

this poignant poem was shared with me by a very special friend indeed

10 responses

  1. Fine, fitting poetry.

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    1. I’m glad you liked it. 💖

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  2. I’m so happy you are feeling better!

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    1. Thank you Magical Mermaid ❤

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    1. It is lovely isn’t 💖

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  3. At least your seeming more positive now.

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    1. Thank you Athena ❤
      After a week in hospital I am no longer in physical, emotional, nor spiritual pain. 😉

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