A whisper
of memory,
deja vu perhaps,
or not?
Could it be
a fragment
of a dream
almost lost?
A whisper
of sameness,
something lived before,
or not?
Could it be
an inkling
of a thought
time had lost?
A memory
of whispers,
reliving our lives,
finding circles of time.
Could it be
a dream
filled with
what we once
Forgot?