A new neighbor
She just arrived
The movers' mid labor
She looks sleep deprived
I go over, wave my hand
She greets me with a smile on her face
I see her house, inside is bland
The first to enter is a bookcase
I ask her name
She replies
To her, this is a repeating game
Her longingness in disguise
I ask where she’s from
She just snorts
As if I was dumb
She goes on to list the sorts
The boxes keep appearing
The movers too One by one, the trucks disappearing
I ask "doing this all the time, does she get deja vu?"
“Sometimes, but through twists and turns
I’ll always find a bond
After breaks and burns
And even across the pond
My home will be found
Time after time
I’ll be around
Hearing that feels like a chime”
She returns
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