The Heart Is Held

But what could I give you if I wished?
And what could take the death from you again?
And all this talk of leaving so far gone for now
And every kiss a bitter memory.
But in these things you still remain
The questions and the still-born pain
These things I carry in my sack
That weigh me down and keep me back
These things that keep you close to me
Are never things I want to see.
And never do I let them go
But I'm not holding on, you know,
And it makes one wonder how that works,
And how the pain makes muscle-jerks
And all the symptoms here to see
But never answers for you or me,
But never answers for you or me.