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?