the rest of life

it's hard to write
with tears
in your eyes. with a knot
in your
throat, uneasy in the chair,
the summer light
upon you.
it's hard to find
words
sometimes that say right
thing.
words that capture the moment
the truth in
one's heart, but you try.
you wipe away the tears,
you breathe in.
you sigh. your fingers
move across the letters,
you write. it's what you know
how to do,
the rest of life is harder.