With tears in my eyes...


We try. As often as we can.

As often as he can. As often as I can.

We try. I struggle, but I try.

With tears in my eyes, I try.

They ask, and all I can answer is "we're trying".

We had loss, we still try.

They say, don't think about it.

But I still try.

Each month starts again.

We try. Through depression, I try.

He feels disappointment in his own self.

I do too. In him, in myself. But we still try.

With tears in our eyes, we try.