Broken

My heart is broken.

And, I don't know how to fix it.

And, I don't really want to.

I'm afraid that if the pain goes away, the love goes away too.  And, the memory.

I can't hold him, so I hold my grief instead.  Close.

And, his ashes.

Jacob Michael Braasch (01/28/86 - 02/02/10)