Pinch of Déjà vu

That very month all over again
That almost same feeling, again

Those memories in a flashback
Reliving, as if happening tonight

The same talks all over again
That same drill, the pattern, again

That same fragrance from the rainy July
A Repeat on a summer evening, again

Felt complete on a working day
After a long time
For the missing piece was in place

Just like old days, a picture perfect
Nothing more nothing less

Another small brunch as always
Provided evidence, but ensured
To add a toast, again

Then came the time to say it again
At the crossroads, turned opposite again

Can't put in perspective, words betray me
But it did leave that pinch, all over again

-SR.