Deja vu

I saw him before
Once in a dream
Or was it a nightmare 
That made me scream 
I knew his face
I knew his voice
He took my hand
I had no choice
He smiled at me
But I could see
His coming meant 
No good to me
I saw him before 
That fateful day
So I picked up my skirts
And ran away

©️Jane Jago 2020