You appeared in my dreams last night looking more aged.
I couldn’t recognize you. I was afraid this might become reality.
I promised you before I left, when I was hugging you,
that I’d build a house and wait for you.
Why didn’t you just simply age instead of becoming more beautiful?
So beautiful I couldn’t recognize you.
You’re so cruel, mom.
I’m dying to see you but I can’t, my love.
I can tell anyone anywhere that you’re the pride of my life.
Your smile in that photography cuts through my sadness.
You’ve become my dream, you ask what time I’ll come home.
I’ll come get you. I miss you the most.