For Him

You hold my tired hand Your bright eyes crinkle into that widespread smile Your thumb traces the tired lines of my palm I do not know what our future holds After all, we're seventeen But you've held this tired hand Through dates at the zoo And nights in the emergency room Through sweet little kisses on my forehead Through dinners with my parents And a bottle of pills in my system later You're still there Through those nights in your bedroom And the laughs with our friends And the meals I just can't swallow Through late night phone calls And silent car rides full of tears Through Sunday walks on the street Through coffee hour And the panic attacks We've only got a few months left You say we'll part our ways then I know it's not easy To be with me But you've been there to hold my tired hand And for now, you tell me You're still there.