Hey there, Red.

It’s been a while since we talked.

And the only times I see you

Are when you turn from me and walk away.

You know how much I like watching you walk.

 

I’m sorry.

I am so very sorry.

I don’t know what I did this time.

You always said I never had a clue.

So, as usual, you’re gonna have to tell me.

 

Be honest.

Please, you don’t have to hold back.

This isn’t the first time I’ve deserved it.

I’ve hurt you before, Red.

But this time, I know it’s really bad.

 

I love you.

Enough to stand there and take it,

Enough to fall to my knees and beg,

I’d rather you look at me with contempt

Than not look at me at all.

 

You’re a hell of a woman.

You deserve better than a guy like me.

Yet I’m asking you, maybe for the last time:

Would you forgive me?

Would you stay with me?

 

Could you keep on loving me, Joan?