[to a poet]

And you said,

“Don’t give me nothing you don’t want to lose.”

I said,

“Darling, I’ll give you everything I got,

If I want them to choose.”

Then I got on a plane and flew far away from you.

Though unwillingly I left, 

and it was so, so hard to do.

The streets here at home had rapidly filled up

With the whitest of snow.

And they don’t make no excuse for themselves,

And there’s no need, I know.

Now I miss you more than I can take, and I will surely break.

And every morning that I wake, God, it’s the same.

There’s nothing more to it, I just get through it.

Oh, there’s nothing more to it, I just get through it.

It always takes me by surprise,

How dark it gets this time of the year,

And how apparent it all becomes,

That you’re not close, not even near.

No matter how many times I tell myself I have to be sincere,

I have a hard time standing up and facing those fears.

But Frank put it best when he said, “You can’t plan the heart.”

Those words keep me on my feet

When I think I might just fall apart.

Now I miss you more than I can take, and I will surely break.

And every morning that I wake, God, it’s the same.

There’s nothing more to it, I just get through it.

Oh, there’s nothing more to it, I just get through it.

And so I ask, “Where are you now?”

Just when I needed you.

I won’t ask again, because I know

There’s nothing we can do.

Not now, Darling, and you know it’s true.