Still Human

 

He’d never appeared in her dreams, and then two nights in a row, there he was.

But not how she knew he was now- whole and healthy and loving.

He was angry and paranoid, like he’d been that last year.

During these two days, the LED candles that lit up in ones and twos to show her he was here remained dark.

That second morning, she couldn’t stand it- the thought that dementia could affect him, even now.

Outside, she looked down and there was one perfect wisteria bloom.

She picked it up and went inside. Every candle was lit.