Stories of Poetry and Vice Versa

Fault.

She is his opposite.
She's keeping him calm
When he panics
And though he knows she's scared too
He accepts it.
Because fear brings a lack of senses.

He is her opposite.
Looking after her
When she won't do it herself
But does she know he doesn't either?
He can't tell, but she accepts it.
And that's all that matters to him.

Never mind the long nights
And longer days.
Or panicked voices
And tense conversations.
The rollercoaster
Of emotions.
For him, these are afterthoughts,
Nonfactors,
Unimportances
Realities that he takes in stride.

He would sooner
Abandon all he had
Then let a single tear
Fall from her face
Un-comforted
Or not wiped away.

He knows
Her actions as opposite
Aren't without her panicking herself.

But does she know?
Does it matter to him?
Maybe she does,
But no,
It doesn't.