Deja Vu

I was wearing that blue sweater again.
The one I had on when we first met.
I keep playing those days over again and again;
As if they will change this time.
I am alone because I cannot stop remembering that blue sweater
In a heap, on the floor while I was burning bridges
I hadn't even built yet.
Sometimes I ache for innocence!
Other times I reel for another day in my blue sweater.
The one I had on when we first met.
12-02