A Voice Returns

Walking down the street
Thinking angrily of work
A familiar voice says
"Fuck 'em,
"Fuck 'em if that's their attitude"
Half turning, I see the Animus
As dashing as he always was.

My eyes well with tears
And I lean my head on his shoulder
"I'm so glad you're back, my love,
"Though you destroy me"
"As if," he replies but looks away.

"Now then," he admonishes, pulling me back by the shoulders
"We need you to be strong"
So we walk side by side down the street
Like sister and like brother
Or like secret lovers.