on the strange...something

No
It wasn't nostalgia. Neither was it solitude. or any particular feeling, for that matter.
It was just a s t r a n g e something that crawled under my skin and reached my head.

it happened today, this evening.
and it sure was something.
It was cold and dark and awfully silent.
I felt like I was nowhere

it was Jason's house i stood in front of.
but i could see many more in the neighborhood
with children in some
& the old in few
and televisions running some shows in the rest.

I felt like being a part of
a slow life

a quiet dream

like home sweet home

then a cat mewed, a dog barked, a squirrel ran past my legs

Jason took some time to come out
with him came the whiff of air that carried the smell that his house has
just like my home
but it didn't make me miss home

Rather,
it made me feel as if i knew this would happen to me,
a deja vu.

and then we went out and ate at some place like a normal Saturday.

but I liked the strange something that went into my head while I stood there in front of Jason's house today.
the smell, the silence & the sight
of nothing in particular
that tickled my senses
& filled my head
with the strange something.