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Remembering You Like Déjà Vu
Remembering You Like Déjà Vu
Remembering You Like Déjà Vu
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Remembering You Like Déjà Vu

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A relationship was formed and destroyed with their own hands. The stars were within their grasp but alas, they didn't know how to control the light that they held; thus crumbling into stardust. Remembering You Like Déjà Vu is a collection of poetry and narrative writing. Sharing the memoir of two souls that have entered each other's lives, teaching them about grief, and tragedy, but most importantly how to love and accept its warmth. The story conveys the emotions, the thoughts, and the mindset that surrounds the situation at hand, all in hopes of not only nurturing their own soul but aiding those who identify with the hardship of loss.

Completely written and illustrated by Angelica Santarisero, Remembering You Like Déjà Vu is to be taken in two parts.

Remembering You: Referring to looking back. Recalling experiences that you once had and experiences that will live within you for as long as you live. Looking back on the person, or people, you once knew. Were once possibly fond of, yet it also insinuates that remembering is all that will be. It cannot be changed or undone, and all it will be is a memory. A memory of someone or something. Even though what's done is done, you can still remember it all. To bask in memories that bring you euphoria. To validate the hardships that you've faced. To make peace with the life that you've lived thus far.

The second half is "Déjà Vu" referring to how those memories, have impacted your person. How it bleeds into your mindset, your thoughts. It refers to how your inner world reflects your outer. That had not gone through it all, you would not be the person that you have become today. It also notes how you want to proceed. You have already lived through similar situations, and thus how do you want them to define you? Who do you want to be going forward, because that is all you can do. Move forward. Déjà Vu is the familiarity that comes from the past. It is how you navigate the future, one step at a time.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBookBaby
Release dateMay 23, 2023
ISBN9781667899206
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    Remembering You Like Déjà Vu - Geli Santarsiero

    THINKING OF HOME

    Honey colored leaves on a foggy autumn afternoon

    Sprinkled along the orange sidelines

    Smothered apples beneath orchards

    And pear colored grass getting ready to hibernate

    A bittersweet breeze cruising by

    Snow droplets spill on the newly bare ground

    Then it melts like chocolate for fondu

    Two small animals stumbling over themselves

    A glowing hue resonating from a plasma screen

    Beverages poured from bottles into illegal cups

    Never a moment of dead air

    Comfort in their every heartbeat

    Memories flooding as eyes turn violet

    They were like home...

    They were the brown wavy hair

    That slipped through your fingertips

    The key that swung around their neck

    And a warm welcome

    Every time you stepped into their arms

    They were breakfast in bed

    The breathtaking laughter

    That made your stomach twist

    And you were the record

    That skipped through the same songs

    Melodies they couldn’t get enough of

    No matter how many times you played

    That’s what it’s like to be homesick

    And you just want to go home

    SLEEPLESS MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS I

    Hug me

    Tell me how proud you are

    Of all my work

    And of me

    Call me embarassing nicknames

    The ones that I secretly liked

    And kiss me softly

    Under rosé sheets

    Just tell me that you love me again

    Of all the lives we could be living

    I’m thankful to be living this one

    I’m thankful to have known you

    In this horrifically wonderful life

    2.4

    Being together

    being with them

    there was never enough time

    As years soared by

    in a blink of an eye

    you wish that they could have lasted

    just a little bit longer

    than they actually did

    Because when you hungout

    you never wanted

    to say goodbye

    And suddenly

    All the love songs

    Became about them

    And all the heartbreak

    Ones too

    You used to take multiple photos of me

    always the one behind the camera

    capturing genuine smiles

    and silly pig noses

    enough to fill a scrapbook

    Of course

    we had many moments captured together

    taken by strangers and friends

    standing next to each other with big grins

    and hands around waists

    pictures to use for our lock screens

    so that it would be you I see

    when I open my phone

    I took a lot of you too

    in a secret album without you knowing

    and although all of them are sacred

    the last photo that I took of you

    may have been the most memorable

    I took the camera from your familiar hands

    and you asked me how you looked

    I fixed your hair like I used to

    gently placing each curl

    making sure they behaved for the photo

    you were dressed in all black

    a bit sweaty

    but I told you that you looked great

    because you always did

    and you said to me

    Thank you

    You smiled the same grin that made my heart flutter

    and though I know it was all for the camera

    being behind it made me smile a bit too

    and finally

    on the count of three

    1...

    2...

    3...

    That was the last photo I took of you

    "AND WE’LL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS FOREVER.

    WON’T WE?"

    Hard to come by friendships

    stick with each other

    in the best and the worst times

    like a forever kept pinky promise

    Friendships like these

    come in different shapes and sizes

    often in the most unusual circumstances

    like a little fox and hound dog

    Yeah, forever.

    Words are heartbreaking

    the way they can roll off

    the tip of the tongue

    cradled in premature emotions

    saying:

    You are very lovable

    "...but I am not the one

    who can love you

    anymore."

    GROWING PAINS

    Another year gone by

    Another birthday

    Another year older

    Dear sweet soul

    You look like yourself

    But you’re someone else

    But it’s your party

    And you will cry

    If you want to

    So I guess

    Happy Birthday

    To you

    You lay your head on a blue pillow

    Wrapped in blue sheets

    In a blue painted room

    Where you lay restlessly

    Unable to shut your mind off

    And give in to the inky navy sky

    Longing on the light that glistens in

    Glimmering in your tired eyes

    You patiently wait

    Yearning

    As you toss and turn to find comfort

    Remembering the feeling of them

    Cradled in your negative space

    Your mind flutters

    Your body aches

    And the blue persists without direction

    Eventually you submit

    And reunite with the one that you crave

    Crafted in untouchable images

    For now

    You are absent minded of the blue

    Forgetting your empty crevices

    Slumbering in indigo

    One day you’ll have the person who values you

    cares for you

    the proper way

    Respects you and treasures you

    they’ll spoil you and never put themself in a position

    that risks losing you

    They would do everything to keep you

    in their embrace so no other person can hold you

    the way that only they do

    Shelter you, praise you,

    and most importantly

    love you

    Make you laugh

    make you smile

    make you feel secure

    You just wish

    that perfect person

    could have been them...

    You used to believe that they belonged to you

    out of every fish in the ocean

    That they were only yours

    and you were only their’s

    But you’re not nobody’s somebody

    anymore

    And now

    you’re merely a shell

    Of what they

    once had

    Fabricated images

    Unrealistic but the happiest moments

    We get to sink into again

    A forbidden season

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