i woke up, and this happened

Its been repeated
Deja vu caught in the rapture
But I remembered something different
Manatee baby running through 19th century
Boarding school halls
Determined to keep me from following you.

Behind the staircase through solid glass
Into the courtyard
I kissed your cheek twice before you tore me from your lips
Then you told me what I was missing
Clear as day I called out on my flashing trumpet
With internet capabilities

It wasn’t you who picked up
And I retreated back into the brackish moor
Where I longed for fresh water
Back into the dreamless mornings
Inside soft moldy pillows.