You’re so far from who you once were.  It seems reasonable that I should seek you in all that I do.  In myself, while I teach myself how to play your old guitar, trying so hard to push my weak fingers against steel strings.  I hear you every time that I laugh at a bad joke and feel you when I dance.  You are my curly hair, my blue days, and my big teeth.  I see you in the mirror, when I am putting makeup on our nose.   You are my passion, my rebellion, and my excessive generosity.  When I make a new friend, I think of how I admired the way you never knew a stranger.  I practice Spanish, because you told me to, and English, because we both love it so.  I am not fulfilled by the shadows of you that appear in myself.  I keep pursuing you in everyone that I meet and most hopelessly in you.

“Fire and Rain” – James Taylor

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
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 book-

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your image from the mirror.
sit.  feast on your life.

– derek walcott

“A Comet Appears” – Death Cab for Cutie