it looks the same

it feels like
you've been here before,
down this road
with someone else.
the sky looks the same.
over cast
and grey.
the air is cold.
the wind has picked up.
it's a change
of seasons, but it's
not any different from what
you remembered.
you say the same
things, think the same
lines of thought.
you stand with your hands
on your hips, look
backwards to from where
you came.
it feels like you've
been here before.
it looks the same.