Late

Out of breath, ragged and jagged. He finally reached the pre-appointed place.
Destined to see and destined to be.
Something more.
“Am I late?”, he asked.
“Very”,  replied a throaty voice.
Someone waited.
Waited to see and waited to be.
Out of breath she is now. And now pallbearers rest her to everyone’s pre-appointed place.

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