I have always been this age, girls.
Hasn’t my hair always been this long?
Your skin always this honey warm
And yours, butter soft?
His face? Always impressive
Beyond all right and wrong.
I have always been inside this room
Memories float, mirage
I may be forgetful but there are souls I’ve touched
Haven’t I? I didn’t keep a watch.

Palls of déjà vu, I shudder
How could this be true?
I have always been inside this room,
Stranger,
How did I meet you?