She sat in front of him in full vulgarity
Her fat unshaped self.. no attempts to hide
Her face was tired, worn, not a speck of vanity shown

Her mood was like a deep trench with the storm brewing within
Her words were sharp with sudden mellow notes
Her failed attempts at flirting while still sulking on the bygone day

He sat calm, giving in to every ask,
Every thought every need with the wholehearted effort to bring her back
Back to where she holds herself strong by herself

He didn’t offer her warm hugs or a place to cuddle and recover
Neither did he deny her a safe place to breathe and gather
He stood there strong, rock-solid if that’s an appropriate phrase
Taking her in, her every fear, her anger, her pain, her helplessness, her speck of vulgarity

Time passed, she let out a sigh
Walking through the crowd, she wondered why
Nor were hands held nor did the tears fly
And yet she left the place
With no remorse for the day gone by