Inspiration: In a recent telephone conversation I had dejavu. I felt I had had that conversation before, not once or twice, but many times.
It felt like a movie I’d watched too many times and a part of me was asking, ‘why are you watching this again.’
I realized it was a ‘memory loop’. Something my friend could not, or perhaps would not release to time. It reminded me of this poem that I wrote a few months ago.
Play poem below.