The Last Day - Luke Sital-Singh

On the last day of my life

I wonder what I will be like

Will I be blue, held up with glue?

Will I be strong and able?

Will I wake and know right then

My final day had just begun?

I hope you’re there, with bed-made hair

And a body I can cradle

And in that morning we’d take a walk

Through every street and every park

I hope it’s deep, in autumn time

And the leaves are like fires raging

I think I would love the simple things

Like holding hands and noticing

The way the wind moves in-between

And how I never saw you ageing

The afternoon would come so soon

Would there be time for a movie too?

I hope there’s one about true love

About how it hurts sometimes

As it fades to black and the credits roll

I think I’d start to lose control

And all those names flash before my face

Did I thank them all in time?

In early eve, you’d start to grieve

And all your doubts and non-beliefs

Would shatter there

And you’d throw up prayers

To keep me from my curse

But I’d hold you close and you’d pray and pray

Whisper everything was gonna be okay

Our final kiss would bring such bliss

And feel just like our first

On the last night of my life

Think I’d rather be surprised

Now every night when I close my eyes

I hold your hand so tight