Dreaming of you Tom Sharp

I buried you ten years ago and have never stopped dreaming of you. A thousand miles away, in my hometown, no one’s left to mind your grave. We were home together in my dream, and you were dressing by the window. I tried to talk, but could only cry. Every time, my heart breaks. I see your grave on a moonlit night surrounded by the pine trees I planted.

江城子·乙卯正月二十日夜记梦 苏轼

十年生死两茫茫，不思量，自难忘。 千里孤坟，无处话凄凉。 纵使相逢应不识，尘满面，鬓如霜。 夜来幽梦忽还乡，小轩窗，正梳妆。 相顾无言，惟有泪千行。 料得年年肠断处，明月夜，短松冈。