I dreamed that you visited us
with your family, on a sunny day.
There you all were, just behind,
in your wood-paneled station wagon.
At your window, I whistled hello,
but turns out, it wasn't you at all.
It was some other blue-eyed family,
visiting someone else on summer vacation.
I blinked, then slinked back to my car.
Not-you brushed hair from not-your-wife's eyes.