​A reminiscent dream

By James Teng ’26

The extended years separated the living and the dead,
Whom is remembered by nought.
To my mind the memories brought,
The past could not be forgot ( forgotten )
 
From me,
Her lonely grave stands thousands of miles away.
The accumulative thoughts,
With no one to say.
 
Even if she is alive and able to see,
Could she still recognize me?
 
With my weathered face,
And living in a shattered place,
In life,
I have no faith.
 
Last night I dreamed,
The train that took you away steamed.
 
Before you left,
We remain hushed.
Looking deeply into each other,
Our tears rushed.
 
Waking up in my bed,
I reclined.
Looking out the window,
My vision aligned.
Along with the barren dirt and the lonely grave,
The moon alone shined (shone).