More to Gain

Packaged boxes on shelves in time
Take up room in both our minds
Quiet thoughts that start so small
Anxious heat with each phone call

The city turns so cold in fall
The sting inside as bad as out
Though surrounded by growing crowds
I'm alone for hours and hours

I don't know just how long I'll last
Last time I broke in two too fast
But if this line you tied, can hold this tight
There's more to gain this time

Recognize it's possible I move too slow
In the past there's little room to grow
Searching for what's frightening
Not to find it is worse to me.