De Ja Vu..

This is all too creepy, this de ja vu.. this sense of dread..

the paranoid makes placid putty of me

and then theres that nagging memory from
further down the garden path.. moving backwards
along a sloping memory

of that time when there was some amount of innocence
and trust

and silly plainess.. unexplored potential
unencumbered losses

and just plain old fashioned
love

that made one keep the petal from that
oddly shaped flower without a name

and the make-shift ring from
a can of some or other
fizzy drink

and the little scribbled notes
on the back of
shoddy bits of posters
stubbornly holding onto
asbestos walls
that struggle
to this day to shrug them off.

Its time to let them go, no?