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