He swung his hand forward;
I winced, only to be beaten again.
I didn’t know what I’ve done wrong,
And, apparently, neither did he.
But here I was, crying in pain.
He kept at it, punch after punch.
Eventually, he wasn’t angry anymore,
But amused at my feeble attempts to get away.
Yet I kept telling myself he loves me
And just has a weird way of showing it.

As the children returned home,
They were only sent away by their father;
He told them we needed "mommy-daddy time."
He acts so sweet around them sometimes,
But, then again, he used to act sweet around me.
And here we are.
I wondered if he’d ever get tired,
But it didn’t seem like he would any time soon.
I’d be knocked unconscious sooner or later.
But, this time, he didn’t stop there.

So, as I look at him from above,
I wondered if he regretted it,
If he would miss me as I did him.
I didn’t think he would.
So many screams left unheard,
Beatings left unnoticed.
I still wish I could get back down there,
Just so he could do it again.