it does not matter
where i go
because you are not there
“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.”
– Derek Walcott, Love After Love
– image by HYURO, a street artist. Click the image for a link to his work.
[This is part of a new blog series in which I am attempting to incorporate art, music, and poetry into my own short works of prose or poetry. This particular series is titled ‘Abstraction’ because it is an attempt to add tangible, emotional meaning to an abstract idea or word.]