Hold This Anaïs Mitchell

Hold on to Everything
While you’re holding onto my hand
Like the bones of your face that are holding your smile
While the bones of your feet hold the land
That is holding this city we lived in
As it readies itself for the fall
As it follows the planet back into the dark
At the end of one slow summer’s haul

I think leaving things isn’t hard
’Cause we couldn’t leave things any better
But the hardest is happening right this minute
When we’re trying to just be where we are and
Be here together

In the morning all things are familiar
We have coffee outside on the deck
And our talk is as light as the boxes inside
That haven’t already been packed
And the next time we meet we’ll be strangers
Though there’s plenty to talk about
And we’ll try and pick up in the place we left off
Which is here, and now

I think leaving things isn’t hard
’Cause we couldn’t leave things any better
But the hardest is happening right this minute
When we’re trying to just be where we are and
Be here together