This week’s theme: Deja vu.
She had stood there before. Watched him walk away before. This had happened before. So why hadn’t she learned? Why repeat the mistake?
Everything is familiar, every step taken before. She knows but can’t recall.The memories hazy, fuzzy. What has happened to her?
She was the sweetest deja vu. Nights in her arms could repeat forever, and I would welcome it. She smiles then again kisses me. Deja vu.