Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Something seems Suspiciously Familiar

Again we meet up…
(with her again)
In the middle of nowhere
On a road not familiar
With no one around
for miles each way.

And thoughts bubble up
To their place in the mind
How many times before this…
This had to have happened

For I know her too well
For it to be just this once,
And I could tell
From the get go,
We had met before.


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