Sentimental Dejavu

 

 
Sitting here in this franchised establishment
The atmosphere duplicated in the shell
Marketing sentiments of memory
That harbors the thought of you well

Remembering Sunday afternoon luncheon’s rendezvous
Somehow it harbors some semblance of the thought of you

Pleasantly haunted by the bittersweet reminiscent of the hearts’ dejavu
Scattered wreckage’s of childhood memory held together by the glue

My mind finds reason in the adhesive of your love in the madness of former things
When your words resound in harmony with the faith that finds me in the Savior’s wings

Some days I feel just as lost as I am found when I think of the way your love affirmed my worth
When you are sugar in my mind but life is bland without your sweetness in this earth

Nevertheless I short-sight not the value of my every breath
For the beauty that remains as I take up the torch and carry on your legacy after death

Every lesson learned to better understand how to love my wife
When mothers raise sons to become men, and as I learn to be more like Jesus, in some way brings you back to life

For the compassion, mercy, understanding, and conviction that I cleave to
My gratitude to God harbors within the honor I live to reflect on you

Yet even so I find my mind tossing and turning in its own unrest
Learning to adjust to life without you
I strive to move on or at least I’m doing my best

But part of me will always feel the weight of missing you in what remains as your essence lingers
For even the way that I associate you with Zaxby’s, as I sit here eating chicken fingers…