De-Ja-Vu

I was sitting in my room,

Clothes cluttered, a fallen broom.

Boxes of books,

Dust in every nook.

Shawls stuffed in bags,

New lingerie with tags.

A mist floating in the mind,

Scenes imagined of this kind.

Not an imagination I assure

Shots like this, the same gesture.

Just weeks ago I saw the same

How my eyes cheat in a playful game.

A dream was it? I wonder

Where it happened yonder!