The year Ariella was supposed to be "cured"
The year of hope and celebration
Her "re-birthday"
Instead it's the year when all was lost
The year of devastation and despair
Of yearning and anguish
Her death day
The last year that Ariella was alive
The last decade that Ariella was alive
Never have I wanted to turn the calendar less
To enter new beginnings, new years, new decades
Without my sweet girl
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It’s impossible to feel good or celebratory about anything. I miss her so much. I love you guys