It was to be
their last reunion.
Venue was long decided.
Unanimous. Without a choice almost.
Not one had trouble
finding the place.
Most arrived on time. Some were delayed.
Few had been there for a while.
Some came via hospital corridors.
Some had just waited their way here.
Few fell asleep and landed here.
Few more managed by accident.
All looked young and prim,
as much as the memory allowed at least.
Achievements were levelled.
Hesitations, once and for all, ironed.
There was a lot of merriment.
Harps, lutes and dances to entertain.
Then came the time.
Time to return.
And yet
nobody did.
For there was
no life to return to.
As was the case, always.
Only this time it was so obvious.
For the venue was
half-past earth.
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