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Everything Happens Twice

That bird sitting dazed on the railing
has flown into your window before.

The dead-end street you've turned onto—
you did that just last month.

The boss calling you into his office
has nothing new to say.

There are only so many scripts.
Everything happens twice.

The friend who borrows your raincoat
will borrow your raincoat tomorrow.

The parent who never loved you enough
is doing it from the grave.

You are writing the very same poem
over & over again.

They are playing that old, old song
but it's never the very last dance.

So smile at the guy who drinks too much-
the one with forget-me-not eyes.

Sleep with the one who calls you
by another woman's name.

~by Eve Robillard

Posted by stef at November 6, 2006 08:19 PM