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 is 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 my by surprise how dark it gets this time of 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 on 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, there is this ache There's nothing more to it, I just get through it Oh, 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, you know it's true