Stay for the Second Wind

You said you were fine. Coffee gone cold on the table. Ticket in your

hand. Train out of the small town cradle. You stare through

the glass like you'd already left me behind. But your fingers

shook when you tried to draw that line. Every goodbye caught in your

throat. You turn away, so I'll hold your coat. Stay for the

second wind when your heart can finally breathe again. When the weight

you carry starts to lift and your name feels like a gift. Stay for the

second wind when the dark is tired of closing in.