Day one,

It's okay.

The days pass,

weeks inch by,

But it all seems to move too slowly.

Endless nights of crying,

Endless weeks of stress. 

Everything wants to fall apart,

but it doesn't.

No one has to know how I feel deep down.

Day sixty-three.

It's not okay.

We are halfway there.

Finally. 

Some days I didn't think I'd make it,

But I did.

I had to.

Day one hundred twenty-six.

it's over.

With the leftover give holding us together,

we made it.