LEFTOVER

She walked confident,
He slouched behind her.
She held her chin high,
His eyes trailed the ground.
Her queenliness,
She led everywhere.
Him taking only leftovers,
Standing by her.
At the end of time,
He stood by her.
“I’m with you
till the end of the line”
Stark differences,
But yet the same,
Their starting points different,
Their destination the same.
Two good people,
However strong,
One of them was,
Stronger than the other.
Two good people,
That’s all they were,
Stripped of jewelry,
Only blood and bone..