ODE TO DEJA VU
ILLUSION IS BLISS
THE BITTERSWEET LONGING
TO KNOW. TO UNDERSTAND
YOU WALKED FREELY IN MY MIND
THE LONGING EMBEDDED IN MY HEART LIKE HAIR WITH NO BRUSH
YOU TAKE ME ON A WHIRLWIND OF EMOTIONS
EVERY NIGHT YOU GREET ME.
WAITING FOR ME TO FIGURE YOU OUT
A DARK OLD HOUSE.
WALKING, AS THE LIGHT DANCES IN IT’S BULB.
YOU KNOW ME .BUT I’M NOT SURE I KNOW YOU  KNOW YOU.
THIS PERPETUAL FEELING.
DOES IT EVER FADE?
I ALMOST CAUGHT YOU.
I CAN FEEL YOU ON MY FINGERTIPS.
DANCING ACROSS MY PALMS.
THE SWEET FEELING TO FINALLY HAVE YOU-
BUT MY HANDS SLIP.