a poem...

He was a good husband, everybody knew...
showered her with expensive gifts,
she lived in beautiful house
in the smartest district of  town...
her wardrobe filled with designer ball gowns...
he told her, several times everyday
he loved her...

& as she lay her face battered & bruised
staring at her fresh blood on his shoes...
he crouched beside her & said
i'm sorry , you know i love you don't you...
& of course she knew...
wouldn't you?