The Promise That Life Can Go on No Matter How Bad Our Losses

On New Year's Eve last December,
I was out on tour playing a show at the Fire in Philadelphia

while you were all alone at home
(the only body occupying our lonely apartment)

I watched the TV through the window from outside the bar
and counted down the seconds to the new year with you
over the phone

But I couldn't kiss you at midnight

I couldn't hold you in my arms

The sound of your voice was weighted,
like the way a branch heavy with snow bows down
before it breaks

Is this still worth putting our lives on hold for?



Credits
Writer(s): Keith Patrick Latinen
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