unfolding

Déjà vu overwhelms me,

the force of it so strong I feel as if I have been punched in the stomach.

Air rushes out of my lungs,

leaving me gasping  

I have been here and seen this before.

Looking around the walls,

posters I’ve never laid eyes on

suddenly seem familiar.

people before me

an assortment of poses and conversations,

all this too I have seen  

What is it?

What happens next? 

I rack my brain trying to remember the dream I’ve had in which I’d seen all this transpire.

Memory is failing me as the power of the realisation I’ve been here before takes over.  

Think, what happens now? 

I cannot recall it,

and press my forehead to the cool of the glass window,

while I wait,

a helpless bystander

waiting for the present to unfold.