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.