My heart is shattered

A poem by Luna Jaffe

My heart shattered

broken into millions of pieces,

The day you died.

And because there was nothing else to do,

I let those shattered pieces land

softly in the world.

Then, when I could, again, breathe,

with a regular rhythm,

I noticed, quietly, painfully

the places where splintered shards of my heart

came to a rest.

Somewhere amidst the fragments of your too-brief-life,

reflecting ineluctable grief, I know

that your love is, by comparison,

so much more vast and infinite than my shattering.

-Dr. Joanne Cacciatore