I figure you’ve had enough time

  To settle in

And it might be nice

  And rather final

To hear it straight from me,

  And not just through

An interpreted prayer.

 

Don’t worry, this

Has nothing to do with

          Your legend.

        The flame you set

      Is still burning. There are some

   Who will never stop burning

                 For you.

   Their pain won’t end

         Because of that

      Red and white day.

 

And she is doing all right.

 

This is not to tell you

Of all the pain you caused

     Or whom you

                 Touched

     More deeply. You will still

  Be at our gatherings

      No matter how still

   You stay now.

 

But this is to tell you

      

      Once and for all

         About that night

                    That your drunken hands

And sober body found their way to that bed.

      Searching, those hands found

  All of me.

         Your charisma asked the world to sp

                                                                     In

S                    in  s                     p         in

                P             p               s     

                                              in

       -my brain responded, but

all of me was not lost. I

              remained as cold as the grave

    with my eyes clasped

  shut by the darkness

          until light came.

 

 That night, that is what this is.

   I learned to love my enemy as myself

Because you made it easy to hate me.

        But now,

                   You may take my forgiveness.

    But I will keep your flame

                     Your pain

                       Your darkness

           And your sunken face from that

                        Red and white day.