The Finality of Last Words
Everybody has their own
last words, and a lot,
lately I begin to wonder
what words will be my last.
Maybe a sarcastic comment
to a killer with a knife,
"What are you going to do, stab me?"
as he does just that.
Maybe a final apology
to the man driving the car,
"I'm sorry for walking in front of you."
as I bleed out on the street.
Maybe a declaration of love
to someone I've longed to kiss
"I love you. I don't wanna die."
as the world fades to nothing around me.
Maybe a written note, sitting on my desk
to everybody who expected more from me
"I couldn't stay here. It hurts too much."
as I swallowed countless pills.
Or maybe, hopefully, I'll say nothing at all.
I'll have no last words to share
and nothing left to resolve,
just a last breath and a smile.