If the dead were to return from their world,
Would they still remember us?
Would they still smile when they saw us,
Or have our names scattered like dust in the wind?

Has time already changed too much -
Would they find us strangers,
Different from the ones they left,
Unfamiliar in their eyes?

Would they return with new faces,
Attributes we cannot recognize
Barely recalling
The shelters they once called home?

It's a riddle I keep chasing,
A puzzle without an answer,
A question that lingers in silence-
Unsolved.