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Your shoes by the mat

Still tipped on the side

Rain ticks the glass

And holds us inside

I see your hands shake

Around that blue tea cup

Stay right where you are

You do not have to rush

Breathe in the room

Count the small marks on the tile

Let the night pass by

I can sit here a while

You can lean here tonight

Let the dark do its thing

I will keep the door shut

And the kettle will sing

No grand speech, no parade

Just your name in my mouth

If the whole world went quiet

I would help you turn south

The TV is low

A train moves far away

Your eyes hold a storm

That refuses to say

I set down a spoon

Beside the worn blue plate

You do not need answers

You just need a place

Breathe in the room

Count the small marks on the tile

Let the night pass by

I can sit here a while

You can lean here tonight

Let the dark do its thing

I will keep the door shut

And the kettle will sing

No grand speech, no parade

Just your name in my mouth

If the whole world went quiet

I would help you turn south

The fan turns slow

Drawing circles on the wall

Your phone face down

Lets the hard calls fall

I move one chair close

Not asking for a lot

You can borrow my calm

Until your pulse grows warm

When dawn makes a seam

On the edge of the blind

We can start with one step

And leave the rest behind

A small steady road

A coat on the rail

You will not vanish

You will not fail

Say it one time

If the weight gets too loud

I will stay in the room

Till your breath comes out

No need to be brave

For every minute now

I can hold the hour

I can hold the hour

You can lean here tonight

Let the dark do its thing

I will keep the door shut

And the kettle will sing

No grand speech, no parade

Just your name in my mouth

If the whole world went quiet

I would help you turn south