Love After Love all your life, whom you have 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.
What are men? Children who doubt.
The mirror is believed the way a poem is believed. It's believed because it's there.
Peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
I look in the mirror. There's me. What's in the mirror is not real. So am I unreal?
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.