postscript to pushkin

by Marocharim

I loved you; I know I was remiss,
My tears put out the embers that remain;
And I hurt you in times that I transgress,
I want a chance to love you once again.

Sleepless, red-eyed, I know I hurt you deeply
And to your heart, I dealt a solid blow;
Tender is the heart I hurt, so carelessly,
If God wills that we part, then I shall go.