Memories of Me

The skyline seemed vaguely familiar

Like I had been here not long before.

The clouds, grey and white, hurtled full speed

Towards their blackened peers

To pour down on me the offerings of the sky.

I stood alone on the jetty, by no means lonely

And wondered if this was a dejavu.

The waters rippled gently as the drops fell,

Creating miniature whirlpools where my face had been.

While I stood still to see if my reflection held steadfast.

Would there be some traces of me when I was gone?

The ripples seemed to tinkle with jest 

As did the rain drops that pelted down now.

I stood by the jetty alone, trying to remember

If it was only yesterday that I had stood against this skyline alone.