Deja

I remember seeing your puffy ponytail

pulled to the back of your head

before my interview this dawn.

You had a green ribbon to wrap the end

like a present filled with my hopes and dreams.

 

I remember seeing you,

and then wiping my forehead

and exhaling with relief

as my destiny was met

with you and me

realizing the possible reality in my hopes and dreams

and your existence

in this phone interview from the DMV.

 

I remember seeing you, Deja

in a moment when Forever

met your existence too

and we both witnessed the Vu in you

whilst scrambling and rambling

about the right things to say and do.

 

I remember seeing you Deja Vu,

but I only hope you remember seeing me too.