Come now,
Our love is in the past,
so let me slip off to an Opera in Venice
without finding your face in the crowd.
Or walk down Saint Adams St. in the rain
and not smell your lilac perfume.
No mirror is safe for my hollow eyes.
they just serve to remind me that
tears from the heart stain pale cheeks
as surely as red wine stained your dress
at our wedding.

Let this be the end...
or the beginning of it,
all colors of the rainbow
that was our love are bent
and distorted out of their proper shape,
which was built to be a thing of beauty.

Please, no more haunting footsteps
out side the window
when I meet some other lovely thing
and bring her home for the night.
I'm just a man,
nothing more,
I could no more turn down
the temptation of a pretty face
than I could cure the cancer
that took you from me years ago.

So now, while I have life to live,
give me freedom from your memory,
let it end.

In the end,
or the beginning of,
in the end all colors of
this black rainbow are bent and distorted
out of it's proper shape
which was built a thing of beauty.