Sitting.
Inside a four walled place

building another made-up space
where the voice of reality is
a background melody
as I sing to the lyrics of you
from my memory

Smiling.
Unconsciously I look like a fool

directing another romantic film
where you’re still meant to be, the one
that revives each part of me
that has died long time ago
in the graveyard of your memory

Daydreaming.
Writing words I wish you would say

and painting images I hope would stay
Still inside this made-up space
where we move in a very graceful pace
towards where you and I are the reality
towards creating memories of our destiny

theres that one place we all know,
where when we step inside,
all our memories flood back to us,
whether we like it or not.

as the slow, soft music hits me,
and the ambience and candles light up the atmosphere,
i feel a strange sort of déjà vu
not knowing if i've been here before or not.

the sound of couples dining all around me,
kind of makes me sad.
as i have this feeling that i've had my chance before,
but its slipped away.

im writing this on the spot,
as i know this feeling won't last,
because when i walk away from this place,
that feeling of déjà vu will have past.