Déjà Vu

It was a cold November evening and I should have worn a coat. I shivered... waiting for the ferry boat to carry me to you... Could see you dancing in the harbour lights; your hair an orange flame. You'd turn away, swing on a crane. Always quite the same...

The same! The same! It's always quite the same... Rewind! Re-live it all again and again.

You'd tiptoe halfway across a rooftop, drop head-first in the river. You'd stretch out for a helping hand and once again I'd stand there... not close enough to touch, but I heard you call my name as you died... And the ferry boat? It never did arrive...