Déjà vu

I thought that I had forgotten you…
left you in the past where you belong.
But being here, in this place where you grew up, I don’t know why I can’t help but think of you.
This place, so unknown to me, wreaks of your essence and I hate it.
Why are you on my mind when I’ve never been here with you?
Why is your name on my tongue when I don’t even miss you!

-Mamello Maitse