You where covered in red,
from your hands to your hair.
You took me every morning,
my time and my life.
I decided to slow down,
so I parked my car tonight.
I enter my home,
my sacred room,
I change my clothes,
put my night lights on,
take a book,
and again
sit by my inglenook.
And there I see,
red paint all over my hands,
so I go to the bathroom,
clean them,
and then,
I finally was liberated from you.
