On the Steps
Apparently I never posted this here? From September. Poetry's not my thing, but it wouldn't leave me alone.
(C)~Nivulus 2021
He sits on the step, staring at nothing
His gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted
Numb from stillness, his body is gone
Winds of thought whisper through him
They steal away, and leave him hollow
In the absence make themselves louder
She finds him there, his worth bleeding away
She does not ask if he is okay
She does not ask for his excuses
She sits on the step, staring at nothing
Her arm is across his shoulders, head slightly tilted
Warm from embrace, her body is gentle
Tears of fire claw his face
They steal away, and leave him exposed
In their presence make him known
She finds him there, his heart cowering afraid
She does not tell him it will be okay
She does not tell him her excuses
They sit on the step, staring at nothing
She is waiting for him to return
She will be there