Deja 'Vu

I watched your hands

sliding gently over the rear fender of my car

and experienced such an intense deja’ vu

I remembered your hands sliding over fenders,

hoods, doors and me…

when we were together

I watched those hands

beautiful strong gentle hands

hands that felt so much more than anyone

now I wonder if your hands

much older but unchanged

would feel the difference in my body

feel the deserved wrinkles aging skin

sagging breasts and face

could you ever see me as the woman you had loved

changed only on the outside with the heart still intact

or would you remember me in a different way

maybe if you looked at my hands

you could have a deja’vu of your own

Sandy Hazley, 2005