POETRY THAT STAYS

That finally happened.

I felt that weird sense of déjà vu. Same place, same mutual friend, same event, same month, same date but just three years later. And now, it felt like I saw you in your dress with nothing but just a familiar face hiding behind people.

 You still got that smile I couldn't help but snatch a quick look before. The only difference was that, we received no giggle or forcing to make us a match. Instead, everyone made their way to keep you out from me, to crash you out from my sight. 

It was annoying but it was funny in some broken parts of me that I can't puzzle.It was partly obnoxious but I tried to make myself laugh the pain away.

 It was bizarre yet it was totally heart-wrenching. I was trampled by memories I kept replaying few years ago.

And just like deja vu, we still had that evasion of eye contacts as if we never kissed so hard after you locked your eyes on mine before. 

We no longer removed the lines, instead we eradicated it. We forgot we shared the same verticals on bed or the same horizons when sun sets on the bay. 

Now, we managed to skip tables so we could no longer see an inch of our skin in each other's presence as if we never shared same wounds and healed same scars. We after all, were still cautious for a try, to rekindle the same spark, to equate the same tendency ―to go for a second try.

 And I guess, I now see you as a person who saw both my body, heart and mind naked. And the night ended and we were strangers again

―dancing with a glass of liquor our nights away. We're both strangers again