It was your image in 'that' photo,
You.  I was blemished with shock
I knew You were ravaged,
Yet not like this.

My eyes met with 'that' photo...
I saw You.
Bones blistering your skin
Thin and parched like
The peel of an apple
Past its public life.

You, like this, was hard to take
And I looked away - 'For pity's sake'.
Have you found a bolt hole...a place to rest?
No longer fragile flesh and bone

But generous heart....sewn back together