A month ago I dreamt you came back
You walked in a door where there is now only a window
Smelling of cigarettes
Oh, I was so pissed off at you

Last week I dreamt you were at work with me
Carrying a small yellow box of donations
Someone else commented that she didn’t realize you had come back
I felt settled and life seemed too insipid

Many years ago I dreamt we were together in warm, cloistered, brick room
Outside it had snowed on a myriad of sunflowers
That surrounded us
I felt such intense, powerful, all-encompassing love

The sunflower seedlings I planted this year dried up and withered on the shelf