Projecting before me, a rerun of afore

An eerie familiarity felt deep in my core

Observing the scene of the slow motion replay

I concede to the feeling of impending dismay

Discomfort growing in anticipation of what’s next

Deja Vu fleeting leaves us perplexed...

I try to picture myself like her; a gentle song rolling off of her tongue and a soft glow in her tired eyes. Pulling all the strands of her neglected hair into a bun plopped atop her head. It feels like we are in completely different worlds. I try to fathom the graciousness, the benevolence, how she became so utterly meek. Not once have I felt a pull to become like her, for I have not a docile bon...