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.