When I read that poem I realized it did not hurt that much anymore. 

It got better. It actually did. 

I was still sad, still mourning a life ever never got to see, but I was okay.

The pain did not have that sting anymore. It did not ache like it used to.

I still felt the heavyness on my heart. Still recognized that little sparke, not quite big enough to go up in flames made out of rage.