I Would Have Sung More

I was driving home in my dusty blue chevy

And even though I had no reason, my heart felt heavy

Headlights cutting through the loneliest road

How majestically the woods on each side glowed

I was passing by the courtney park

I don’t know why I stopped the car

I got down the car, leaving the keys behind

Smelling the wet grass, avoiding what it reminds

I walked in, spotting a not so wet seat

Took off my shoes touching the grass with my feet

I put my pounding head in my hands

No more I was stressed about my errands

I was just about to let my memories take control

When I realised I wasn’t the only soul

In the park across me, sat you

Sobbing silently on the grass covered with dew

I stealthy slipped beside without alerting you

I try to lighten the mood saying, “Whom should we sue?”

And I guess I succeeded because Holy Christ

“Please don’t ask to take me home, I beg”, you said

This kid had the world’s most beautiful smile

“Would be the last thing I’d say before I drop dead”

You looked at me with watery eyes

You sat there alone with the water bottle and a dice

“Tell me what wrong did this world do to such a pretty girl?”

“If people are a seashell, you must be a pearl”

“My mum said she hates me, that all I do is whine,

that I eat like a pig and have the IQ of a kid who is nine.”

I almost protested but then my eyes went to your arm

For a kid who looked fourteen, that was too much harm

“Did she do this to you?”, I pointed with my finger

“Yes. This was because I said, I’d grow up to be a singer”

“Sing something for me. Show me what you got”

She gave it a second and started singing on the spot

And curse me if I lie, but the girl was a Nightingale

I was not into fiction but this surely was a fairytale

“What a shame, old lady doesn’t want you to sing!

What a waste of talent to take away such a beautiful thing!”

“Thank you. Nobody ever said that to me before,

Only if she’d let me listen further, I would have sung more.”

“You know, growing up I didn’t have the best parents either

And somehow when you talk about your mother, I see her.

My mother never even let me make friends

Maybe she was jealous, or afraid she’d lose her helping hands.”

“But now that I think of her, I guess I know what she wanted

For people to love her, to stop being haunted.

By the mean people around, by the ghosts of her past

Maybe if I gave it to her, forty-two wouldn’t be her last.”

“You mean, I should tell her I love her and she’ll be okay?

To finally live happily with no more games to play?”

“Exactly! Who knows she might even hug you

And tell you with watery eyes, that she loves you too!” 

“You are right! I’ll give it a try.

Maybe one last day for both of us to cry.”

“Go ahead. And here, take my number just in case

Everything goes fine and you want to invite me for some cake.”

She picks up her stuff, smiles and leaves without turning

I felt a relief with my insides burning

Until I get a call at 4:30 in the morning

You shout, “Help me! Please!” and dropped without a warning

I ran to get my keys and drove the fastest I could

God, why did you have to live so far Into the woods

I pulled up as soon as I saw a glimpse of your place

That whole ride was nothing less than a race

But when I reached there, people were around, making a fuss

And I saw a cop, bringing out a lady with handcuffs

My mind went so dizzy and I could barely catch a breath

When I saw you lie there in a pool of blood, beaten to death.