all that’s left

all the old faces invaded my dreams last night

bringing with them a sense of homesickness for the days we shared —

a sensation which, at the time, I would never

have imagined I would feel, even unconsciously —

days that seem to glow brighter the farther time takes them away

and people that I, older now,

wish I might have in my girlhood better loved

now that love and memory are all that’s left

soon the memories themselves will be but dreams