I love the beat of this poem. It starts really slow and then suddenly heightens and then drops to an end. You explained life here in a wonderful way, and showed the balance between the good memories and the bad, and showed that true happiness doesn't mean that we are happy all the time. The ending is nice too, it's bitter sweet and shows that life hasn't ended and so the happiness hasn't too, but sometimes we just need a break. :)
BTW, this sentence:
"My ink will may dry up,"
should have either (will) or (may)... I think you didn't notice that when you were writing... happens to me all the time.