In my esurient selfishness, I forgot you, and so forgot myself. The late-night loneliness became a permanent fixture, the dull background I now hide in this husk. When the vapor clears, what is left is our nakedness. As if in a dream, we are together again in my morning, and thankfulness floods my being here.
Again, here I am as if for the first time in an eerie encored conglomerated memento of something which seems familiar. Tables, people, noises displaced from a previous situation become a rebus of the new in the old. What a wonder it would be if two people could experience déjà vu together.