Deja Vu
Sight of him sent me eerie sense of déjà-vu
That I neither could comprehend, shed or explain.
Perpetual puzzling question was what, not who -
What do I listen to: my logic or my brain?!
But one day this fog of ignorance cracked open:
My prom dance, after a few drinks, got out of hand.
Nonetheless despite me desperately hopin' -
He was apparently my high school one night stand!
February 13, 2023
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