Familiar

you know the feeling you get
when you walk
into an old place, a library
bookstore, elementary
school
and it hits you like
a ton of bricks, the memories,
the smell
of pages and dust
and childhood and
whispering secrets in quiet rooms
and some faint
undetectable perfume,
that's the feeling I get
when I'm listening
to the cadence of your voice
or witnessing
the warmth
of your smile, my dear
have we met before?
I swear I've known you
in another life