His Keepsake Box

He has a keepsake box,

though it's hard to find

Because it's hidden deep

in the corner of his mind

She left it there with him

Along with the kids

Stuffed with pain more potent

than caustic acids

Master of feigning strength

The hurt rarely shows

But through the box seeps

Cries of his sorrows

I'm not the only one

Close enough to hear

Yet I feel like his pain

Falls only to my ear

I see the keepsake box

He tries so hard to hide

Because I have my own box

Lurking deep inside

Buried in the darkest

Corner of my heart

So deep that from this box

I will never part

He still has a chance

To be rid of his box

To clear out all the hurt

Before the latch locks

If I could, I would surely

Rip the box lid out

Free feelings of fear

Cast away all his doubt

Then I'd refill the box

With everything good

Bring millions of smiles

To his face if I could

But this is a feat

I can't do on my own

And one that he shouldn't

Have to battle alone

I don't mind the drive

And I'm not scared of work

I'll help where I can

Even when he's a jerk

And as long as he wants

Our friendship to be

He won't fight alone

Cause he'll always have me