She came to me last night.
again,
for the first time.
It was a sunny afternoon in California.
Riding the Greyhound down a highway I’ve never travelled before.
She was sunny and beautiful,
funny and strong
&
Australian.
I fell in love before she hopped aboard
(She was hitchhiking)
I clumsily and purposefully flirted in clumsy Kiwi dialect, claiming Aussie heritage;
she was not amused,
but she smiled anyway.
It felt…. real…. so very real…. then I realized….I have been here before,
on this bus,
with this woman,
on this road to nowhere.
It was not deja vu,
I realized
within the dream, that she was a dream.
am I not one too?
I shook myself awake.
two dates in two decades,
and the affair is complete.
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