Detective.

It was cold and dreary, your typical day,
except here she was in my office.
She lit up a cigarrete and it was like
watching the sun dawning,
a little star caught in my part of space
on a cold and dreary September morning.

She tells me she needs my help,
I can't quite believe that angel voice
is coming from someone so troubled.
I can tell her cheeks are still faintly moist,
from tears that once rolled,
but recently were doubled.

She tells me everything,
and comes close to tears once more.
I rest my hand upon hers.
I lie - 'everything will be just fine'.
Rinse and repeat until she's out of the door.