Deja Vu, Again

 

write this down,
she told me.


i will,
i whispered.


but i did not.
i thought i would remember-
thought i could carry the words
in my heart
back into my waking

but i forgot them.
as soon as they were out of her mouth,
i forgot them.



so i left them suspended there
in my dream, 
those very important words
hanging 
like paper cranes

if i could sleep that dream again
i would pay closer attention
i would capture those words
like fireflies in a jar