the red thing

it's what happened

…and no one knows it
but me

on my way home
I saw on the road
a red thing
I feel I stepped on it
maybe that's why
…I'm hurting

and when I look inside
I see painted your eyes
looking at me
and tonight
…I can't sleep

it's the red thing
and a face so familiar to me

is this love again?
I do not think
that I can take it, I just don't think

... that I can take it

I'd carried you home
and we’d entered the other side
of my door
then you weren't there
…what the fuck's going on ?
this is not me
and this
is not home

I asked,

“why can't it be
as if You painted me !

why do I think
there's something wrong with me?”

I'd carried not just you
I’d carried your things too
and as you kept looking at me
you meant everything
to me
…I wished you well
but I also made a wish
for me

the taxi !
it took all my money
and the red thing too,
was no longer with me

…your face, your face
I have never before seen
such a face

you'd read what I had to say
I then carried you away
from Hell

but now I see
that maybe I left you there
that I never carried you at all

...that there was no taxi

and this red thing
...is all I've got with me