Gently, Gently (Down the Stream)

Life is déjà vu.

It is small parts of a script repeated over and over again with small improvisations every once in a moonlit night.

My life is hours and seconds and weeks and almost a month since we said goodbye.

But there are no moments. There are no firework nights, no inaudible music that should be there when the time is right. Just late nights where nothing moves except for the flicker of the television across the walls.

Just tedium working, its fingers gently twisting like your fingers used to twist around me and make me whole.

And when the moon smiles, it is not the madcap cat grinning while the fools dance too loudly. It is facsimile and a broken cog in this bursting machine (we are ready we hunger we thirst we need to feel alive like they told us)

Life is déjà vu.