Sometimes

Sometimes I just don't know
how he dries my tears
as the stress rolls down my cheeks in waves
and just speaks in his deep calm voice
steadily assuring me that it's all ok.
It's not anything he's done wrong
it's not even anything wrong with our love.
It's all the outside world as it pummels
its wrath down upon me, conflicting
and fighting with every text, every email,
every phone call in which someone lies
or argues or criticizes. Nothing can be cheerful
some days. Sometimes I just don't know
how to deal, but he sits, hugs me,
a kiss on the forehead or the lips,
hands me tissues and just makes me say
"It'll all be ok."