Twice now
in one day
he has called me,
asking for her.

I texted her.
Not because I wanted to.
But because he asked me to.
Twice.

And I did. For him.
Though I don't want to talk to her,
I did it for him.
Because I care.

Maybe she just doesn't care.
Maybe she's afraid now.
No one hurts him.
No one.
I will guard and protect him
until the day he dies.