Déjà vu
Resembling and familiar,
Yet definitely not the same;
Pretty similar
And still pretty different.
Frightening me
In an inexplicable sort of way;
Scared not of you or for you,
But what I may do
In your presence
And with her on my mind.
You awaken long forgotten things:
Emotions and fantasies
Which are best left aslumber,
Never to be awoken again.
‘Tis not your fault,
But mostly mine.
What do I do?
What can I do?
Neither can I change you
Nor forget what did happen.
All I can do
Is to be silent and hide
What goes on in my mind.
Porenn's I think?
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