He asked me if talking to him about you made me feel better.
I told him that I didn't know, because I don't know what better feels like.
He told me that it would feel like a weight coming off my shoulders
I told him that I didn't know.
I told him that I think about you all the time
I told him that I write about you
I told him that everything helps a little,
I guess
And I may not know it now,
But maybe it does