At a cafe

A bar

The street across

At work

At a wedding

Or if I got lost

Maybe the late shifts are getting to me

So dark there’s never anything left

Besides you, perhaps

Glimmering in the streetlights ahead

Reflecting in the puddles below

A memory stolen in the night

An introduction

An acquaintance

A look of familiarity

As the smile settles onto your face

And ricochets onto mine

Two sides of the same coin

But all that remains is tails

For I cannot remember the head

The face

The greeting

One side of the coin

Flipped over forever

The only thing smiling back at me

Is my own reflection in the puddle

As I take my leave and the deja vu

whirls through me

Quickly, suddenly,

but graceful at the same time

I look down to my desk

And there it remains

The streetlight to my late shift

The puddle to my dry day

The head to my tails

staring back at me.