Reclamation

When you turned to me

At 2:30 a.m. and softly said

Dance with me

With your hands held out

Just so – a perfect replica

Of another memory –

I was overwhelmed by déjà vu

A dagger came down hard

Slicing through that moment

Sharper than any knife I’ve known

Stealing every ounce of truth

From my only-for-you smile

And his ghost in that instant

Reclaimed my eyes.