She was'nt
strong enough
to be on her
own.

Empty was
her heart when
she was forced
to sleep
alone.

A Monarch
sat weightless
and silent
at the
entrance to her
mind.

All I ever
did was
provide an
escape,
my gifts
are not
ment to
be
cherished.

Weekdays  
mean work days
and my work
here is never
done.

His screams
drowned out
her pleas and
her weeping.

I listened
only to
the sounds
of the passing
cars and
insane sirens
that yelled
like Banshees
in the city.

I hung up
the phone
than pulled
out the cord.

My days
remain
haunted by
those long lost
nights
before.

She slept wearing
nothing but
a locket around
her neck and
his knee
in her back.

She was'nt
strong
enough to
be alone,
she still
calls me
crying on
my useless
telephone.