The saying goes that

Those goosebumps you feel

On warm days

Are only explained

From footsteps on your grave.

There’s no warning though

When the path of a former you

Collides with a future you.

That thing they call déjà vu

But this time it’s more frustrating

Because you DO know them.

After all, this stranger in the street

Is only yesterday my friend.

Or is it tomorrow?