after dark. a blow to the head. and the blood red stains he left. of all the. all the things he said. i phoned cops. told you it was something i dread. it was something i dreaded. the concept of you with him. three hours. and a pack and a half of camel lights. the cops never showed. walking across the park. that we grew up in. after dark. midnight the next day. you called me on the phone. and said he was starting up again. rush to the apartment. i opened the door. and screamed out your name. you were lying. flat faced on the floor. if i only got there. a little bit sooner. this would never have happened. i tracked him down. whether it was wrong or right. and i busted his head in. after dark