deja vu, a missed rendezvous

drifting
above
below
and,
in between,
you wait
for me.

hidden
under sun
&
stars,
&
baobab,
you pray
for me.

your
hands
yearn
for
me.

and I,
I too
yearn
for me.

but i hear
peals of laughter
ghosting
from the mist,
and we
both
are
missed,
again.