jamais vu

I stand before the shore

Once more

The horizon, familiar yet it looks so wrong

The waves whisper a name I’ve never knew,

But heard before

Salt stings like déjà vu, reversed.

A memory that never belonged.

The sky bends, a mirror cracked,

Colors bleed where they shouldn’t be,

And I wonder if the sea remembers me.

Each tide a stranger’s hand,

Pulling me toward a world I knew,

But no longer recognize

Where the familiar dissolves into something new

And comfort is there the least.