Pink Lies
“Did you dream of me?”
She asks, opening her emerald eyes to the morning’s bright sun
“Yes, I did” I lie
I sleep little these days
“Was I beautiful?”
“You still are,” I tell her, bending to kiss her brow
“Pink lies,” she smiles
Across the room, stands her dresser
Covered with cards
Get-Well cards
Nice cards
Funny cards
God loves you cards
Pink cards
Hallmark loves Alzheimer patients
She keeps them all
Never throwing them away
To her, they are new everyday
“You are beautiful,” I whisper
Kissing her cheek
“What did you dream about?” she asks
“It was about you,” I tell her
“Was I beautiful?” she asks
“Very” I say
“Pink lies,” she smiles
The sun falls into yesterday
A nightbird cries
“Did you dream about me?” she whispers
Her eyes hidden behind thin paper
“Yes,” a tear warms my cheek
“Was I beautiful?”
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