We’ve been here before.
It seems that,
as of lately,
we’ve become regulars.
I used to have flashbacks of this place where you live,
but I was confused, because I didn’t remember
even though they came and went so fast,
trying to focus with fogged up goggles.
Time in these memories is not linear,
but not sporadic.
It was never a memory,
nor was it a premonition,
but a place where I always was,
and always will be.
And so here we are
Again.
