Déjà Vu

Your words and my words- My find and your find- Your movement, my movement- My touch, your touch- It was déjà vu. I stopped and looked at you, Looked around and remembered A oddly familiar scene or dream I seem to have had once or twice, No matter the times before, It has come back to me (Or I to that realm) like a past life Played in the theatre of my mind. It was real yet surreal Like a message from God An angelic visitation With light all around, And at that moment, I felt like I was in the right place At the appointed time. And there’s no better life; There’s no better way To remember you, To think of you right now.