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