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The Last Song by Gianella Labrador
The Last Song
No, this is not a Goodbye.
My most beloved.
My most favorite person.
The top-tier priority.
This is for you.
I’m not making any song
But I hope you’d still hear me out.
I’m not gonna waste your time,
But maybe you could spare just a little,
Promise it won’t be long.
It’s gonna be the last song,
Hope I get the tune right.
Though I’m not fit for a singer,
Maybe I was meant to be a writer.
Writer who writes.
Not who corrects mistakes,
Not someone that makes everything feel better.
Because someone who writes is a writer.
A writer makes mistakes.
A writer can have days that doesn’t seem to get better.
It isn’t always gonna be right.
But we have to hold on that everything’s gonna be alright.
This last song got no lyrics and verses.
But contains memories and images,
I’d hope you’d recognize and remember.
Just like these memories and images,
Just like these songs we used to jam along,
And these words coming through,
It probably won’t last forever.
The last song.
Can you hear the words I’m trying to convey?
Will you still listen to what I have to say?
When you can no longer hear and understand,
The words, the emotions, the whispers,
Like a broken vinyl record.
If you got time,
Will you come closer and hold my hand tighter?
For the words to sound clearer?
There are things, that the more you try to express
The more it gets harder to let it all out.
Stress and pressure comes along the way,
When time is limited.
Feelings have to be conveyed and acknowledged.
Otherwise, suppressing it would cause much more pain and suffering.
It’s the last.
But it doesn’t mean it’s also gonna be the end.
Will you sing a lullaby for me?
Comforting words like the smell of your favorite perfume.
What’s the connection?
It makes me wanna linger and get a little closer,
Maybe even cuddle for a bit longer.
Even if I can’t produce any melody,
While strumming bluntly on this guitar,
Listen to the sound my heart beats.
Still got no melody and tune,
But I hope in time, we manage to be in sync.
Mine beats for you, and yours beats for me.
That way maybe a song will be written,
A song that will touch the hearts of millions,
It will be a hit, and will never be forgotten.
Just like the song Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star,
Everything will start small and little.
Before you start to appreciate how bright and shiny it can get.
Not all diamonds are noticeable, but when you see them.
It’s going to be worth investing on it.
They’ll soar high and shine, because they have dreams to reach.
You just have to believe, you’ll also make it.
You’ll be brighter, wiser, and stronger.
No matter what you become, no matter what you are aiming for.
You’ll get there, and it will all be worth it.
Even if the notes gets higher,
Even if my voice gets hoarse,
Even if I don’t get to say the words correctly,
Even if I start to stutter and jumble the letters,
No matter how painful it gets,
I’ll try my hardest to sing my heart out.
The last song, you’d hear first than anyone else.
Things won’t be easy, like the journey of Life.
I’m just a human being.
Pardon if there’ll be parts I couldn’t contain my emotions.
I’ll be crying, I’ll be laughing, I’d get angry, I’d be upset.
Hope you don’t walk out of the door,
Just because you also couldn’t contain my mood swings.
Just a little more, just a little bit more.
The song’s about to end.
I hope you are still all ears to listen until the very last.
Sorry for wasting your time.
Don’t worry no more favors after the last words I’d be uttering.
What’s the song all about?
Does it really have an end?
What if I have forgotten the rest of the lyrics?
Will you still stay and wait till I remember the rest?
Does it bore you if I kept singing the chorus?
Does it makes you impatient? Or Grumpy?
Will you leave if you knew, I’m just prolonging the song?
For me to spend a little more time with you.
Am I being unfair? Selfish?
You don’t have to be in a hurry.
You still got lots of time in your hands.
Finishing a song, won’t take much I suppose?
What’s the last song, gonna be?
If You and I aren’t meant to be.
Will it be our vows and promises?
The secrets we’ve kept and regrets?
Thank you and sorry talks?
Are we gonna separate ways?
If you’ll sing the last verse,
How’s it going to be?
The last song.
Let them listen to it before its too late.
I mean, take the time. Talk about it.
Pray that all words come out right.
It’s not yet the end.
It may be the last, but it’s not the least.
It will reach that person eventually.
Just keep the lyrics going.
Cause people who truly loves you and cares for you,
Will always be willing to listen until the end.
Patiently waiting for everything you have to say.
Smile there’s still hope.
© 2021 Gianella Labrador