The Angel

He stands in silence.

She is collapsed. Sobbing with her entire body.

Tearing the air until it bleeds.

She doesn’t hear him.

She doesn’t see him.

She doesn’t know he’s watching her heart break.

He is patient.

He reaches into her.

She waits for his disdain, his resentment, but it never comes.

He only gives her some of his strength.

Enough for her to get up and move through the rest of the day.

He whispers loud enough for the screaming in her head to stop.

He tells her things that she already knows, but cannot find on her own.

She believes only him because he does not love or pity her.

She wants him to go away.

She wants to be able to stand on her own.

She knows she can't.

She loves him and hates it.