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The night was dark; a blacked pit
A road lit by moon light only
I wouldn’t normally ask this stranger for a ride
But then again, I knew him well

He talked about his affairs and such
Like I was nothing more than an old acquaintance
A buddy so to speak, one who would find pleasure
in his latest conquest.

His profile turned from smug to ice
when I mentioned my own comings and goings
But my error was made; too late to recant.
The pain, like rockets rode though my head

On that blacked night lit only by the moon.