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?”