Christina Remembers The Phantom Poem by jackilton peachum

Christina Remembers the Phantom

So, you still think I made the wrong choice-- after all these years?
Let's consider, shall we? I've got a comfortable life, an't I?
I have friends, fine clothes, children- a nice house- I have cash to spend, jewels a-plenty, I go to the opera- not under it!
Well, it was kind of flattering, a girl with two suitors vying for her hand-- one of them rich-- and the other one--!
But just look at Erik-- not the handsomest!
Oh, he was a brilliant musician alright-- a bit obsessive,
a li'l bit odd-- and he dressed well-- a tad flashy perhaps!
I suppose that's a matter of taste-- maybe I could've helped him -- moderated the color of his capes, gotten him into something more casual- given him a better choice of mask.
And the sex was good! I can say that now- sometimes weird- but mighty satisfying!
Alright, say I choose to go with Erik, let down my guard--
stay with the Phantom-- now what?
What's going to become of us?
The brief fire of passion cools-- and here we sit--
two middle-aged people relaxing at home--
in the sewers way down under the street!
What future for two people-- a couple like us--
living deep in the sewers of Paris?
Could we have raised a family down there?
I don't think so not in that damp environment!
The children would've had colds all the time--
and no telling what else they might suffer!
Can you imagine what they'd pick up?
Always- the stink of sewage floating by--
And there would be that damned organ music--
depressing- I confess, I never liked it!
Then he'd be slipping out some evening-- don't tell me!
I know his type, I do!
Remember, I was there-- I've seen him at work--
He'd be sneaking out when I wasn't looking--
an occasional attack on the opera house he'd say--
but really-- gawking at some diva from the wings
Oh, don't be making excuses for him-- and he could never
have held a decent job!
No, no- say no more-- I made the right choice!