Make it better.

Some days are like this,
Tiny trial by trial,
One step forward,
Twelve steps back,
The longest, tiring, mile.

On the harder days like this,
With exhaustion high,
I hear your words,
Feel your tender touch,
Hold the look that's in your eye.

I was sad, you say.
As you speak, your eyes get wetter.
I needed you,
I wanted you,
Because your hugs make it better.