Deja Vu
I cried
I can still remember how my eyes burned
like when makeup gets in the eye
except that I couldn't stop the burning or
the hurting over losing you.
I sat through the sermon
barely exsisting.
That day I said goodbye.
As all my living family walked
away still breathing.
I wanted to be among the dead
just so I wouldn't have to leave your side
These people were all I had
Ironically I haven't seen any of them
since I last saw your face in your coffin
were back here again Deja Vu
as they would say
My uncle lying dead
and I sit through another sermon
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