Tears.
Silent.
To all but one.
Sobs.
Mute.
To all but him.
She stands alone.
But she knows it won't be for long.
Footsteps.
He's here.
She doesn't turn.
She knows who it is.
He doesn't speak.
He knows what to do.
More footsteps.
Warm arms around a warm body.
Warm but fragile.
Like her heart.
This is not the first time she finds comfort in his arms.
Nor will it be last.
For her,
It says everything she wants to hear.
You're wanted.
You're not alone.
For him,
It says everything he can't.
I'll always be here for you.
I love you.
Maybe one day
He'll be able to say it.
Maybe one day
She'll be able to hear his silent confession
But for today
Everything that needs saying
Is in their embrace.