THE LAST TIME – P2

Oh, that’s bad!

News in a flashlight,

Yet seated swallowing salty waters… oh were those tears?

Found out when I left the office.

That’s bad?

What do you mean?

Almost didn’t make it for check-up,

But the pain swept my feet up.

Hell, I didn’t even thing it was something,

But the instinct whispered to see if it’s nothing.

Driving with no mind,

Stopping with no cause.

That’s also bad especially when you don’t know the end.

There is love. No everything is love.

You just go home, but you can’t help but hide.

One, two, three asks what’s going on,

Can’t swallow the tears no more,

Even if you’ve already toughened up,

That’s what you know how to do best.

Who can heal the pain aching in your chest?

God knows you already prayed.

Still, the cure ain’t working fast enough.

It’s working, not to my pace and that’s also sad.

From experience, I should have known better,

That the end is not yet to come

Shiver, sweat, strength, dignity, morale, all worth keeping.

And at the end, all may not be all sad.

Care, miracles, laughter, all worthy appreciating.

For who has none still is celebrating.

The last time I heard you speak,

Your voice cracked and your knees shivered.

As you tried to find words, no man could see pieces of your heart stripping out of you.

The time you stood up was the first time you didn’t stagger.

The first time you smile, a memorial of how beautiful you used to be.

The last time you prayed was the first time of change,

And the last time of despair.

Because you remembered that for who has not yet still is praising.