of what remained

I saw you there
in the shadows
awkward and tearful
your gaze passed over me
again and again
misplaced puzzle piece
pushed aside
no words
laying there
lines in veins,
the cold cotton gown,
the painful wires protruding
endless waiting
long empty halls
those sad little roses
red again,
deficient and frail
spoke softly
what could not be said
shattering all that remained
of my broken heart.

Post surgery

Photography by: Daniel R. Wilson


three days passed one into another, lengthening
such agonizing silence twisting and flashing
swimming through the tar of incessant thought
until the heat broke, shattered the thousand tiny bindings
that held you frozen in some enormous, translucent web

in the new day’s cool, the softly pinkening light distanced
a longing only felt after the barrage, the straining reach
stark in comparison, reverberating a glimpse of hope
too precious to gaze upon directly, revenant reminder
straddling the worlds you embraced so tightly,
farther than your hands, then gone.

Zero Dean Photograph

Photography by: Zero Dean