Déjà vu
Old Bird...
I know you...
It is true
...and here
we are
again…anew
I have seen
your gaze before
I remember it
from days of yore
My memory
has been tweaked
by the sound
of your voice as it speaks
My pulse is racing
in bounds and leaps
Memory hones in
and takes truest aim
You were that crow
who pecked out my eyes
as my heart lay…rotting
upon a plundered plain...
©April 13, 2007 Faye Sizemore
An ode to sorrow
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