I Miss Tok Wan

I had a dream last night.

All of us Wan Dauds in the porch, 
And I was sitting next to Tok Wan.

Even Tok Mek seemed younger in that dream.

I poked Tok Wan's cheek, 
And hugged him,
As if to make sure,
That he is still alive, 
That his skin is warm and not cold,
That I could touch and hug him again.

I don't want to brag, 
But I know I was his favorite.

I miss Tok Wan so very much.

Tok Wan was the one who taught me how to ride a bike.

Tok Wan was the one who accompanied me when I was in my elementary school.

Tok Wan was the one who made me banana sweets.

I haven't visited his grave for a long time.

And I miss him a lot.