An Incomplete Heart

I am here; She is not
Yet, I must stay and figure out how to put her 
away --
When she's always been right here at the
forefront of my mind
Worry. Worry. Fear.
Worst fear materialized
Somehow I breathe
In and out; in and out
I breathe without her
I was there for her first breath, not her last
My work unfinished -- services no longer
My heart in pieces on the floor
One piece missing forevermore
Learning to live with an incomplete heart.
- Angela Kennecke 
I wrote this poem three months after Emily died. This Valentine’s Day I live with an incomplete heart.

Faith, Hope & Courage,