dépaysement | Janet Wu

These faces I’ve seen before, once on a trip, years ago.

Did I hold your hand, should I do it now, dare I succumb to
your wistful hug?

Your grip, it tickles my solitude
in our proximity.

Please forgive my indifference, I do not know what is to be said, forgot
to rehearse my lines in the car, you see, I slept
Woke, in a state of oblivion
I’ve been here before, and no it wasn’t a dream, at least that’s what I’ve been told,
the lights glared too bright, however,
so really who can be sure?

Faces tauter, statures shrunk, her
smiles must be as they were before, are they not?

Deja-vu ripples down my spine,
silhouettes catch in light, of the ephemeral chimes

I sit tall, because
lithe I always was,
henceforth I hope I won’t have to be.

I have yet to blink,
this luminescence is making me
demure.