Sometimes I dream

That you woke up

Later that evening or the morning after

With sore ribs and an IV

Feeding you calories

Sometimes I dream

You had visitors

Some contrite, some furious

We all had things to tell you

And there would be the cliche

Smug surgeon smiling

“You gave us quite a scare”

Sometime I dream 

of flowers of every color that read

Get well soon

Instead of stark white blooms intending

Condolences

So sorry for your loss

How sick I am of hearing that

(Though I appreciate the thought)

Sometimes I dream

My flight home still happened

Because you needed to see me

Not because

I needed to see the body

Sometimes I dream.