Familiar

I wonder, when the morning
comes the dawn.
And I watch as tomorrow
sets like the sun
in your eyes,
and the next day,
and the next day
after that
is how – I see my future there.
And I can’t explain
how the days
roll out into years –
as though,
I’ve already been there.
But I have, somehow,
somewhere in the past, now gone,
but coming back –
like a presence, familiar.

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