Wide digital almost sky

in this dream dad
you’re twenty years dead
and when i woke up
there’s a knock at the door
and you’re standing there with a tan
and
and over seven months i tell you were dead
when the door knocked
and i’m dreaming you standing somewhere from sun
with the woman i’m sleeping with under your arm
but it could have been anybody’s house
when i leave and don’t wake her
closer to you
before the house dissolves