A/N Reflection on Spikes departure after Seeing Red. Buffy's POV.

Because I let the promise bleed

shit happens,

and the embrace is no longer waiting for me.

The taste of the heat

teetering on the edge of defeat,

all I could justify was the handwriting

bleeding with the last push of me,

to keep on fighting.

The red needle is glinting,

with the dying lights of day,

the night is soon to spill,

over him and his walk tonight

on that pain ridden hill.

As we continue the tango

maybe it was my fault

I didn't give you another chance

then again, all we ever did was dance.