I remember when you asked me
“What do you do
When it doesn’t get better
And you can’t decide whether
To hold on tight or to let this go
How do I let this go?”
It was the first time I felt true cold

A stone monument with heavy words
I felt the weight of every one I heard

I hope you know that you can call
I’m here to talk things over
We can stay up till the morning
Or at least till we’re both sober
The sorrow that you carry soon will end
You’re nearly past it
I’ve been there before as well, I won’t take it for granted

It’s hard to accept and move on, search for better things, to rectify what was and what still remains
I hope in that moment of desperation
You found reconciliation

I just wish you would have called
We could have talked this over
Waited till the morning
Or at least till we were sober
The burden that you carried didn’t die
You only passed it
The weight pulled me to my knees when I saw your casket

I remember when you asked me

“What do you do when it doesn’t get better?”