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.
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