I know a boy who won’t live long. Can’t forgive himself for ruining her song. Last words were harsh, ‘why do you sing that stupid song daily. I’m not a baby. You sound rubbish Okay?!’
He walked away, she knew she was dying. Her little man deserved joy for the time being and that’s why she sang, to soothe his heart.
She shut her mouth, sat down and cried. Her heartbeats slowed, then failed. She died.
I know a father who’s now stopped living. He’s alive on sight but dead inside. Guilt trips him up each time he sees it. Disgusting, it’s the word spat out with tension. Shunned his daughter for her choice of lover. Suicide’s what killed her but in his heart he shoved her.
I know a man who lost his mum.
Never lived it down because his one final word to her, was one too often used. Busy; “sorry mum, can’t come I’m really busy.”
“It’s okay my son.” She said and breathed out. She put the receiver down and within moments expired.
All around the world last words are being spoken, but when they are spoken the speaker is not aware that they are their last words.
Last words become important to the speaker once the reciever has died. They try to remember what the last conversation was and all too often, there are regrets.
Regret; because it could have been a kinder conversation, because it could have been other words used, because it didn’t need to be said. Because there should have been an apology.
It’s always those dearest to our hearts that receive the wrath of our anger, because we love them and we know they love us. We become comfortable to say what we think and feel, sometimes regardless of how it’ll make the other person feel.
However, evidently, if it’s left unsolved and then they die, those last words may be haunting for the rest of life.