A Letter To Remembered Joy

So what do I do now? Do I pray? Do I cry? Or do I hide from the monsters that are inside? If I stood on my head, Stripped butt-naked in the middle of Time Square Screaming, "I'm Sorry!" As loud as I could it still wouldn't be enough How do I tell the parnets of my best friend that I'm sorry for killing their son? Words wouldn't cover something that bad I know you must be aberrant At times I wish I could of traded places with you.... I thought about you the other day, And I started to think about the things that we used to do So instead if writing "I'm sorry about what happened" 60,000 times on a sheet of notebook paper I decided to write you a letter to remembered joy to help you remember the good stuff instead of the bad I hope this gives you some comfort And one day you can start to forgive me So here I go.............