Echoes of September

I remember...
the then that was now
the rediscovering
almost living twice at once

there I am again,
my arguments coming back to me
and my already-made replies
echoing into the present
as though I had answered myself
in advance

I like to think things change
but all these confusing echoes
now prove otherwise:
we create afresh
only to stumble again across
all the same new beginnings