Déjà Vu

Bidding a lover adieu
Glimpse of déjà vu
Tis most savagely mourned
That of a woman scorned

What a vindictive bane
When only apathies remain
A waning heartbeat ceases
Accursed to collect all pieces

Shying from human touch
To lie, it didn’t hurt that much
Fragments vicariously scattered
To him it no longer mattered