Déjà vu

The hues1


 I could have told you,

Some things

Will never change.

Only new calenders

Will shine,

Contemplating new hopes,

On our same old wall.



You could have

Airbrushed some colors

On our

Monochromatic  wounds.


I could have muttered

Again, or

Hushed my inner voice

that sometimes

Speaks out loud,

You know,

The things that

Were meant to be

Stranger to me,

And familiar to you.


 In our bleeding hearts

We could have rubbed out

Our  fizzled artwork

On a happier note:

Some place else

We built the sand castle

That no longer

Suffers alone,

To  fight against

The waves.

Author: Archita

Musings about life and photography.

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