Phantom of the opera poem.
Alone in solitude again.
He watched her walk away.
Away from him.
Away from dreams she had once hoped for.
The realization hit him.
"She never really loved me!"
"She loved the idea of me!"
Her sainted father!
He was the reason for all his troubles…
He sank to the floor, sobbing.
His beloved leaving him.
Forever.
Christine
What was life without her?
Not a life he wanted to continue living.
Forced to live without her
Forever alone.