A comet,
I saw a comet!
The child screamed,
As loud as her little lungs could.

Comets, she loved them.
Always wanted to see one.
Who doesn't?
When you gaze at the sky every night
With a heavy heart,
You will too.

She thought of it every rising sun, every dying moon.
What a memorable event.
She wanted it again.
Wanting again, isn't that the mark of a child?

But then she started losing
All that made her her.
Slowly,
Painfully.
She looked at the sky, another painful night:
"Your name... it was Mr. Comet.
It's okay, I'll remember it!
Your name is Mr. Comet! Mr. Comet!
Your name is..."

What was the name?
What was the name?!

The flowers bloomed,
Springs came and went by.
She lived her life,
But Halley never came.

Then she saw the comet again,
On her deathbed,
And shed a tear
Of joy,
Or perhaps for the end near?
Can anyone truly die in peace?