A fantasy is sometimes much better than a reality. I have returned, sadder, but much wiser.

For months he had called me daily,
He told me of his pain and daily life.
He told me he adored my voice, it was soft, childlike with a Southern Accent.
Sometimes he would call many times a day, saying he was hooked on my voice,
Saying it was his lifeline when the world turned mean.
I learned to know him through and through,
I could always know by the tone of his voice when he was troubled.
He asked to meet me face to face and I made his request a reality.
His life has always been a total wreck,
His childhood was troubled and now he was dealt another blow when his wife left him.
Troubled, sad and so in need of Tender Loving Care, I wanted to shelter him in my arms.
He had just receieved another destroying blow from life, as he came to me and I welcomed him into my arms.
He entered my safe provided haven encased in a depressing, angry black cloud.
I did my best to comfort him, but he remained angry, morose and then finally cruel.
He was so angry at the world, but the world didn't care about his pain and anger, so he took his wrath out on me, the only one that did truly care.
My aqua eyes could see through him, stripping him bare and truly frightening him, for he had no place to hide.
I exposed the troubled, sad, angry little boy that masqueraded in a man's body.
He used his anger as a dagger to impale my heart,
Although he wounded me so badly, I still reached out to him and held him when he cried, we both knew it would be the last time.
He had finally made me wave the white flag of surrender, I had given up on him.
I had brought him gifts to try and make him happy, I gave them to him, telling him good-bye forever.
He took my gifts like he had sucked out my life force in the past, greedily without a backward glace, leaving me in a cloud of dust and a world of pain.
I knew he would someday rue the day he forced me to give up on him,
For the shelter of my love and soft soothing voice were lost to him forever.
Now he would deal with life alone, without love or care,
But he would always be haunted by caring, aqua eyes.

Music: Last Date