New Orleans Lament Two

The past is sneaking back...

Like a Sequel or a prequel,
I am never sure which came first;
The loneliness or the feeling
It has all been done before.

Like a foreshadow
Of the shadow that came before
Our love and led us astray
It had all been done before.

I think of all the things,
Cajun and cliche
You meant to me
They have all been undone
forevermore.