I Ask Who

Her smile lights up the room
His voice commands attention
As the sun caress her glowing skin
In bright daylight she’s superwoman
Feeling validated as the likes come in bulk
On social media he’s the hulk

The moon shines bright
A click of a button, logs off the world
Behind closed doors she’s a wreck
In solitude he’s a drunk
Popping pills, when depression hits
Doubt creeping in, as anxiety kicks in

In that moment,
Who comes to their rescue?
Who checks up on them?
Who helps to calm their mind?
Who helps to dry their tears?
Who ensures they will be fine?

When she’s high, she dances for glory
The party doesn’t stop
A comedian for the night, he cracks jokes
The room vibes in laughter
Aching bones, broken soul
Deep inside her cries for help, goes unnoticed
In his car, parked behind the dumpster
Away from the crowd, he cries in silence

But who stays for the after, after party
The cleanup and rearranging of furniture
The sweeping and mopping of spills
The homemade remedy for that hangover

I ask, who?

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