Is this Deja Vu to you?

I heard the crash.

A remote road.
But I'm there.
Walking my dog.
So I see...

A woman lies on the ground.
A driver is pacing, agitated, on his cell.
Approaching her, I kneel alongside.
I see blood, under her head.
I look into her eyes.
The same colour as the asphalt.
They look familiar.
I'm still looking.
Do I know her?
Impossible.

She's shaking.
Breathing is difficult.
I hold her hand.
Soft and cold, and large and strong.
And I speak, calmly.
She mustn't move, I assure her.
Breathe.
Breathe.


Later, at the hospital, things improved.
I'd wanted to stay with her. It seemed important, somehow.
Still, I wasn't completely sure, I thought.
At the bedside of a stranger.
Gurneyed and wired and dripped.


And then, strangely... she opens her eyes, and smiles.
Such a staggering smile. Really.
The kind of smile that stills photographers.
And tears stream, and fall over her trembling face.
She sits up, looks at me, and whispers through the tears, slowly


Last night, she said, I dreamt...
I had a dream that all of this would happen.
That I would be here. Like this.
And this morning I thought about it when I awoke.
And You. You - were in that dream.
Everything, The road.
What you said. Your voice.
Your face.
It's so strange.
It's so strange.


We hugged each other.
Her family arrived.
And I left.


So happy, that she was alive.