It's Deja Vu all over again.
This is not a Tuesday
And yet I’m here,
Thirsty for more than just
The drink she’s asked for,
Only she’s not yet
Ready for me,
A diligent work-a-bee
Scrambling to get
Her stuff done,
Frowning when she sees me
As if she can’t remember
Our arrangement
She is as distant as Mount Rushmore,
A professional fifth head of stone
So I wonder,
Maybe I got it all wrong,
Maybe I’m in the wrong place
Got the time or date
Or even the invitation itself
wrong
and so, I go back to my cubbyhole
a confused Harry Potter
without even an owl
for company,
Muggles all around me
Time ticking until
She ceases being stone,
Turning back to that warm body
In this strange cat and mouse game
Only I can’t figure out
Which of us is the cat
And which is the mouse.
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