Let the countdown begin...

You'd think that after nearly six years,
I'd know.

That come February,
My heart loses it.

Piece by piece.
Day by day.

You'd think,
Unless you've been in my shoes,
That's I'd also learned.

Learned to cope?

But why would I?
And most importantly,
Why should I?

What does 'learning to cope' mean?

That you move forward?

That you heal?
That you forget?

It's been nearly six years,
And I know I've managed
To keep breathing.
To keep living.

Something Ella was not able to do.

It's true,
I've found my ''new'' happiness.

One filled with angels,
Winged creatures.
The memory of your smile.

And loved ones by my side, too.

Those who bring out the smiles,
And the heartfelt laughs,
Out of my mangled heart.

One's happiness who survives,
Despite the loss.
Depiste the pain.

I am surrounded,
By love.
And and by hope.

And I guess that's moving forward,
Learning to cope,
And even healing.

But sometimes,
That's just not enough,
To mend my heart.

Come February,
the countdown begins.

Come February,
The tears flow,
Easier.

And the memory
Of you,
Of your smile,
Of your life

Fills my heart.

And that,
I will never forget.

ELLA - Everyone Loves Little Angels