What Goes Around
It had been 75 years
Since he had last seen her.
"Hello, old friend."
Instead of greeting him back,
She danced, sparkled, and flowed.
She looked the same as
When he had last seen her.
Long, white hair.
Minutes, an hour or so pass.
She had barely moved past.
He steps back inside,
Knowing that this was the last time
He'd meet his friend Halley.
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