Whenever I hear about a breakup or love lost, I want to send this poem to those involved...whether you are the dumper or the dumpee (or maybe even the person on the sidelines, loving everybody), if you are a feeling person at all, this poem may be just what you need:
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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
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