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Monday, March 31, 2014

Delusional restitution

 
I dreamt about you yesterday,
You were weak and whittled,
I saw you unstable and tottering,
The smile on your face unbridled.
 
In the colorless hospital gown,
I saw you in a faded vision,
As we all paced around,
Bring you home, was the mission.
 
I heard the excited voices,
Conversation, I don’t catch,
I seemed to be participating,
But there was a slight detach.
 
I saw you like old times,
The eagerness in your eyes,
I quieted my worrying mind,
And joined in, in the reprise.
 
Did the events transpire such?
It blended with the facts,
I willed myself to a new hope,
But reality, remained intact.
 
 
 

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