He is always there for her, yet she cries a sad call.

For he rises her emotions but always lets them fall.

Most days he's with her, skinny and tall,

But sometimes he'll skip being there at all.

Then he collects himself to put on his best,

He lets himself shine and sticks out his chest.

She lights up a bit brighter, sadness gone from her soul,

But he will always fade away, to watch her slip out of control.