He
She waits for him,
For his return.
Ready to treat his wounds
To heal his body.
Yet, she knows that
She can only heal the
Surface.
It is his soul that is broken,
Wounded,
Bleeding.
She knows that she
Can only staunch the flow
The ruby red river of
His life.
So she does what she can.
She kisses him
Strokes his head
Give him her body
Her love.
The unspoken words
Between them
He accepts her without protest.
Docile
Yet trembling
She knows she is his anchor
The life vest that he wears.
She is the reason he returns
Battered and worn
Bleeding and torn.
For her
To her
His redemption.