Deja Vu Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

It wasn’t in a lover’s kiss
we hadn’t even touched,
it was something in your eyes
that spoke to me so much.
A recognition,
a remembering,
a sense of Deja vu,
a feeling
we’ve been here before;
that somehow I’ve always known you.
How it could be possible,
I’ve pondered it
through the years,
but all I really know,
is that to me,
it seems crystal clear.
Beyond good luck
or happenstance,
some things
are meant to be,
whether by design,
or serendipity,
like this connection
between you and me.
Many years
have come and gone
the ‘familiar’ feeling
is still here;
an even stronger sense
that you and I my dear,
will meet again somewhere.