Thu-Thump. Thu-Thump. Thu-Thump.

It echoes.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It echoes.

Right there but unseen.

A fuzzy almost-vision of recollection.

Yet not recalled.

A breath. A sniff. A rub.

It’s felt. It’s physical.

Yet it’s faded. It’s between.

So close. So out of reach.

Grabbing for a projection.

Grasping at straws in the midst of winter.

Babump. Babump. Babump.

Heart. Head. Heard. Said.

Dèjá vu.