he is so cold hearted
stealing her sweetness
making her tears fall hard
like hail in an ice storm
Iike cigar smoke he envelopes
her air stealing her breath  
a bad habit she can't break
she curve around him  
like a beautiful harp
while he plays that song  
that breaks her heart

tarnished  
throat of brass
spirits dancing
wild and free
on puffs of wind
soaring and floating
with each note  
from the depths of
my soul through  
something so beautifully  
my saxophone plays
Its own masterpiece

sometimes things feel unfinished
it's just not over yet
Its something not to remember
yet it still wants to be known
revealing itself in the present
causing confusion and trouble
somehow it found an empty
space in the present time
reflecting itself from the
mirror of the past time
looking for true closure
happening all over again
It's  ..... Déjà vu .....