I saw her again.
That scared little girl.
We met and said hello.
We ignored each other for a while,
until it was time to say goodbye.

I saw her again.
She looked comfortable.
Perhaps beautiful and full.
Her flow was different this time,
a bit special and deep.
She couldn't see herself.
But I was watching her from over.
I said goodbye.

I saw her again today.
Very briefly this time.
She was radiating joy.
Smiling, her eyes very bright.
But I couldn't tell if she was happy.
I assumed she was, and walked away.
This time, there was no goodbye.*