Deja Vu

i meet a face today
and it cannot look at me
straight in the eye
and i look at it with scrutiny
asking why

it is dark and i have seen that very same face again
and again
waiting for me
it is the very same face of darkness
that used to stare at me
from the very first day that i cried
now for pity
it refuses to make a glance

time which has been in an ambush position
lurking in the darkest corner of my life
murmurs some words to itself
sounding like a train
stopping

tomorrow, it says for the last time
is the perfect time to go

one bright morning when the flowers start to bloom
the least you expect
and you do not have the chance of saying...i have always loved you
you shall be blown away like some other leaf
so ordinary so cheap

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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