Deja Vu Poem by Della Perry

I'm sure I've been down this road before
I recognise that street sign, that green house door
I've seen your face within my dreams
It feels so strange or so it seems.
Things appear if you can read the signs
Or maybe it's just a trick of time
Then again it could be fate
The fact that I am always late.
Maybe it's a distant memory duplicated
Or a hidden thought that's imitated.
But no denying that I do know you
You feel the same, it's Deja Vu.