Let My Heartbeat Say Hold On

We were kids in borrowed shoes. Seventeen and bulletproof. You drew hearts in notebook margins.

Said, "Forever feels so soon" Now the photos on the mantle.

All the faces, all gone home. You keep turning off the TV.

You say, "This house sounds too alone" So hold on, baby.

Hold on to my hand. If the years keep taking from us.

I will give you all I can. When the mornings feel too heavy.

And the nights run cold and long. If your fear starts talking loudly.

Let my heartbeat say. "Hold on" You fold up my