Deja Vu (2) Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Déjà vu (2)
The bus lurches onto your street
A woman of straw, I slump in my seat
The stuffing knocked out me
Deja Vu

‘If only'…the worst two words in the World
I should be the ghost, not you
Look! There is your flat, your view
Of the bookies, pawnbrokers, your neighbours
A rag tag crew.

Where was your happy ending?
Gone like the smoke from a puff ball
Gone like the turn of a screw
Gone like a nebulous rainbow
My beautiful boy, Adieu