Déjà vu

by Annette Snyckers

That strange short movie replayed,
letting me see us here together,
the slant of the sun on the floor.
Knowing what you are about to say
before you say it,
hearing my reply
before I open my mouth.
Feeling the ridiculous gravity
of this moment – I knew it.

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