Dejá vous

Anger

That’s what I’m feeling

Rage at myself

For doing it again

My gut says I’m a tool

For his transition

A momentary pawn

To help him move on

Melancholy

That ache so familiar

Should I walk away

Or ride through the pain

So often that person

Helping another’s journey

What about mine

My needs realised

Foolish

That’s how I feel

Same old, same old

Dejá vous.