Teach me the breaths...

Would it matter what I said
As the clock moves your feet toward the door
The draft blows in
And they're all waiting for you
You turn back and reach
Apologetically
For my hand
Your eyes speaking the words
Assuming my hate
Yet I offer only help
Should I submit that you won't take either
Wondering myself
If you still care enough
To try
But I will not guilt you
As I have been guilted
Run if you must
It was bound to come to this
I'll be around
You know I will be