Déjà vu

the music is so loud and distasteful

You say it is art.

the canvas has no pattern or structure

You say that’s the point.

i never understood why we remained friends

we are not alike

you scream yes

i whisper no

but yet we are here

we look up at the sky

chattering like always

laughing about that one time in that one place

everything is good

life is great

your smile is soon erased

you pull out a paper

i am confused or that is at least what I tell myself

the words make no sense

you say it is poetry

i hear you and i listen

for the words written in the stanzas speak the truth

no i am not upset

no i am not suicidal

if you come to me and ask for words

i will give you nothing more than the feeling of déjà vu

it will get better

i promise

please don’t blame me

for the words I speak are only what I know

yes i read the textbooks

yes i watch the videos

but for some reason it does not feel like enough

we depart onto our separate ways

with our heads too heavy for our necks

i think of the worst case scenario

i stop

i turn

tick tock

…

tick tock

if you need me, i’m here, i say

i know, you say

you did not need me, or maybe you did

maybe that is what i tell myself so your final departure wasn’t as hard

you never took the note back

i don’t know why I kept it

maybe it motivates me

maybe it shows there is always another way

now i have yours and hopefully you will have mine

for this poem has unspoken words

I say it is art.

the poem has no pattern or structure

I say that’s the point.