Torches

The hard wood
floor
is colder
than the night
before he left;
his last
warm,
kiss goodbye.

She can't stand
the dark
alone;
it reminds her of demons
and greedy goblins.

He was always
the fire
guiding her through
this Hell
of a damned life.

........................

She lights up
a cigarette
hoping to keep
the shadows
at bay;
the dragon calls her
name
to come
over and play.

He tempts her
with diamonds and gold;
she can't resist
the words from his cloudy, crystal tongue.

She has trouble
falling
asleep,
when there's nobody
close
to kiss her
goodnight;
she waits
for morning.