Waiting For My Deceased Loved One
The sky was pink, just as my dream giant had predicted last year.
I sat and stared at my lavender fields, feeling quite clear.
The prophecy stated that I would hear from my recently dead.
I took a quick swig of beer; it went to my head.
Did other people communicate with a giant in their dreams?
Was he closer today? My life felt like it was split at the seams.
Could my loved one come walking across the field and give me a hug?
I looked toward the horizon and saw the flicker of a lightning bug.
Suddenly a round blast of light came through the pink haze of twilight.
A giant’s flashlight; he was showing me his clear intent and might.
I expected to see my deceased loved one walking toward me.
I could suddenly smell the lavender and it filled me with glee.
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