DejaVu

Never thought I'd end up in this place again
But that's the deal with fate; it will always win
Thought I learned my lesson a long time ago, but clearly my completion grade was low so I didn't pass, and now I have to retake the class. Reviewing all of my homework and tests trying to find the error; hoping age and insight would make it all clearer. But at first glance, no answers were found, so I put out a SOS, and waited for a response to sound. Surprisingly, my spirit decided to give me a clue. So I opened my book of life and turned to the chapter of YOU. As I read the pages of our love affair, my heart wondered into places it shouldn't have dared. My heart danced as I explored our highs and fell as I recalled my silenced cries. We weren't perfect; but our love was priceless. It's just too bad that it couldn't withstand our crisis. We both grew up and became different people. I'm was lost and unsure; you were certain and regal. You had begun to build your kingdom, yet I hadn't ascended into my queendom. Eventually we came to a splitting path; so you walked your way and I walked on my half. As I finished our story, I thought my conclusion was set, so I skipped ahead to my current chapter, only to realize that a proper ending to our tale was not met. The man who'd became my current lead was similar to you in ways that were coincidentally uncanny. Because of this, of his sudden appearance, I should've been weary. I thought that we would be us version 2.0, but reality has shown me that the answer to that request is an indefinite no. We even ended the way you and I did. What a sick malicious joke; what a dark way to kid. As I finish this chapter, my heart comes to see that this experience happened because of the incomplete chapter of you and me. Truth is, a part of me never let you go, even though there was a point in time that you were my heart's foe. I treasured you; so I tucked you away in my soul, regardless of the fact that your absence created a big hole. My current heartbreak is nothing more than a reminder of our past; a memory, something desired but can't be had. I never realized how much I truly missed you. Too bad I discovered this through a case of deja vu.