She always yearns to be free,

just to breathe, just to experience

a life of her own

and not one tucked away in his shadow,

a silhouette fighting in dusk

and whilst she knows he acknowledges her

existence, he was always sincere like that,

it was always in whispered tones

and the suggestion that she would never

see daylight, that she was the companion

who understand more than he ever could.

 

She desires, he desires, both always

on the losing side, for existence