Deja Vu

November 9, 2011
I think I’ve seen her before.
Maybe someone similar, but not exactly.
Her cold eyes wandering,
Just as fast as her feet were moving,
Like a deer running from a coyote.

What was she running from?
Another person or maybe herself?
She could simply just be late getting home,
And her house is many blocks away.
The ringing of her phone could be a reminder.

She walks by me, perched on a bench like a bird.
I catch her eye but she looks through me,
As if someone was standing behind me.
Maybe she recognized me,
Maybe I was a distant memory.

For a girl who’s seventeen, she seems too alone.
Crossing the street, she drifts farther away,
Until she’s a dot in the distance.
As she returns to the crowd,
I swear I’ve seen her before.

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