I came home every day real late, yet there she'd be, wrapped up in a sheet, usually naked or close to it. She always had this sleepy smile on as she walked down the hall to me. She'd kiss me soft and I'd pick her up and carry her back to bed. Then I would change or just strip and lay there beside her.
One night, however, I was late, later then usual, had a big project at work due....and it wasn't me who came through that door to see my girl...
She came out to him like she was walking to me, playfully covering herself with a thin sheet. Valuables, that's all he wanted when he broke the lock to our one bedroom apartment. But when he saw her, when he saw my wife...his wants changed. She started to panic and scream trying to wake neighbors for help. This man wouldn't hear of it, he pinned her to the carpet, covering her mouth and nose. Shortly after she went unconscious.
He raped her.
He raped and violated my baby's,
My Baby's,
limp, helpless body right there in Our living room! When this sick bastard had finished, he shot her. Square in the chest.
I miss her dearly, but I still see her every night.
When I open that door there she is, wrapped in a bed sheet. She comes up to me with that sleepy sweet smile and just before she kisses my cheek, her ghost fades with soft whispers of "I love you."
