Deja Vu

I knew the place, I remember the memories, but it didn’t feel the same. “What’s wrong?” I was asked. Truthfully, nothing was wrong. Everything was just different now. Or, I was just different now. The stairs that I raced down when I was a kid were mini in comparison to me. The creaks in the old house were ominous. I was met with déjà vu everywhere and everywhere I was disappointed.