Deja Vu

So tell me, what was it? What feeling
in the energy in the room?
Was it the same thing I felt
as I hung onto the kite string
I had tied a key to?
Because I’ve tried, I really have,
like a set of lost keys
I’ve lost the memory to recall
where I left them last.
But to no avail, because I keep
finding the reason I tried
to lose them in the first place,
yet again and again,
they keep coming back,
like that moment one has
deja vu; of somewhere
I need to be; of somewhere I’ve once been.

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