מרירוס

I'll light a candle, and speak your name
say sweetly in Hebrew a blessing, and try not to die from shame
even the wretched are graced with sunshine, and even I was given you
and I don't even believe in G-d, except to say
nothing of this earth could have known
how perfectly to make, all I wanted
not even me
I have to live with it, I asked you to leave

I ask for your happiness, protection, and that all your dreams are granted
that you be filled with joy, that you never know need
and that you be given your perfect creation, someone worthy
not an asshole like me

This isn't your yizkor, it's mine
I died the day you left
I recount it every year, around this time