He who doesn’t

I don’t need him. But in his world, mine. His voice and presence would be well appreciated.
I’m not frail. I’m fierce. But near death.
I’m female.
Safety will never be mine.
I have heart. Wisdom. Courage beyond logic.
That is in fact my fragility.
 
No doubt.  I have privilege; and I stand watch. For those that do not.
But I wonder. Who stands watch for me?
Who is he – who watches, but doesn’t engage? Exile.                                                                                                      
He, who follows my wake – catching his own.
And disappears when she is held to the fire.
Silence.
Who is he; who watches?