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That last class reunion,

my head was floating above me.

I let it go deliberately because

I didn't want to be there.

Some sort of curious force

led me there,

traveling years back to

my last dance with you.



But reunion night, the wind was too cold,

and the drawbridge was gone.

The frayed pilings were ashen,

and the scorched sea oats

a silent omen.



I won't be there next time.