THis is nice
The truth will surface eventually when, with delight you will welcome yourself landing at your own particular door.
In your own particular mirror and each will grin at the other’s welcome,
And say, stay here. Eat
You will love again the more peculiar who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the more bizarre who has cherished you all your life, whom you disregarded for another, who knows you by heart.
Bring down the affection letters from the bookshelf, the photos, the edgy notes,
peel your own picture from the mirror.
Sit. Devour your life.