Not that I mind, the complaining that is. I often discuss matters that I have no intention of settling with immediate solutions. Rather that one is better suited in the future for making such decisions when one has verbally riddled that something out. A week with visitations is indeed a better one; Paige was in town momentarily. Counting constellations from her tan speckled cheeks, I envy her openness. She exists where I do not, doing things I long to do. She never ceases to impress with her kindness and fault hoods. We saw the golden compass at the trashy three dollar cinema {families of seven and cheap popcorn, oh my!}, leaning back in the seats, unwillingly. She isn’t afraid of interaction with David, which I appreciate. Often it feels as though many of my contemporaries are less than enthused with his presence, it is heartbreaking for me. I am less than whole without him and know that the next few months will be harder than ever. That got serious real fast… I will begin the time travelers wife tonight, and am most excited!
Love After Love
The time will comewhen, 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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