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Deja Vu:

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Each home that comes and goes is a possible life to be lived.

Each a different morning to wake up to.

But breakfast on the front porch

always turns into black coffee on-the-go.

You've been here all along and

there you'll never go.

The world doesn't change for

just anyone.

~M

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|ˌdā zh ä ˈvoō|nouna feeling of having already experienced the present situation.• tedious familiarity : to list the opponents of his policies is to invite boredom and a sense of déjà vu.ORIGIN early 20th cent.: French, literally ‘already seen.’

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7:50:

Lightning stuck the lamp post and there you were looking at me.

My god,  never has so much existed in 
such a small sliver of time.

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Standing in front of me,

I brushed the hair from your face to behind your ear.

White light on soft skin and green eyes.

A smile growing from with in.

A split second turned into 470,

and I sat there and watched you. 

Slowly through time.

~M

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One day someone will look at me and see me naked, exactly as I am. 

And all I will be able to say is, "I know. I've known all along. 

And I know that that makes me the worst kind of person."

~M

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"Being at a Loss for Words":

I drove by the house of the girl I thought I'd end

 up marrying even though (especially because) it was far from my way home.

I told her in a note on her wedding day, 

"you'll always be the one who got away." 

She told a friend, "Cody wasn't very happy,

but I thought it was sweet."

"Sweet."

What did the word sound like when it left her lips?

Did it trail off with her eye's to the bottom of an empty glass? Was there a pause 

and a quick apology? Or was it like a gun shot? The sharp tick of her tongue against the back 

of her teeth. A startling "t" breaking through a thick Utah-born accent.

"Sweet."

Had she asked about me?

She "liked" a comment of mine on a post she had no business reading.

Still waiting for that knock on my door in the pouring rain.

Though I hope the day never comes.

I hit a snake leaving her neighborhood.

 I wrapped him up in an old henley and buried him 

under a tree behind my house. 

Maybe it's time I let go...

... regardless of me having just killed thee symbol 

of Transformation and Rebirth.

~M