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
