It happened again, that slip in time—
A glance, a word, a subtle rhyme,
The way your laughter filled the room,
Like roses blooming in full bloom.
I’d swear I’ve lived this scene before,
This aching pull, this open door.
You reached for me with gentle eyes,
As if you knew where my heart lies.
A cup half-drunk, a whispered line,
The stars aligned the same as mine.
Your hand brushed mine, and in that spark,
I wandered through a memory dark.
Not quite a dream, not quite the truth,
A haunting echo of my youth.
Had we once kissed beneath this sky?
Did you once love me—tell me why
It all feels stitched into my skin,
Like I’ve been here, like I’ve been in
The rhythm of your breath before,
Some other life, some distant shore.
Perhaps love writes in loops and rings,
Repeating all the sacred things.
Or maybe fate just has a way
Of letting love find where to stay.
So here we are, not new, not old,
In stories déjà vu foretold.
And though I can’t say when or where,
I know your soul—I’ve met you there.
@WRJ
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