Grave of an Unknown Pearler

 

(On Thursday Island)

Today I visited a cemetery and

stood before the grave of a youth

I thought of you

I have trouble recalling your face when

once I thought I could love no other

life thereafter will have no songs and

sleep will forever be empty of dreams

I was wrong

In a half sleep you came to me

stood by the chair where

you sat before you left and

held me in your gaze

After that, I left your grave

and kept you in my dreams

Until tonight

It seems right to remember

you who died at twenty three

when I was twenty two

(c) Mary Tang 鄧許文蘭 2015

About Mary Tang

An urban orchardist everyday, a volunteer regularly, a poet sometimes and a blogger since March 2015. I travel when I can. Food is a constant.
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