LAST WORDS OF A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD
“As I made ready to sail oversea
I saw him whom I once loved and adored…”
-Denu Vour Bon
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A gentle hum
And the breeze blew slightly…
Again the night was still
And a few fading silhouettes at the background.
The stars in the sky graced the occasion
And the clouds were attentive to the meeting the moon had called.
It was a council.
It bursts my brain…
Amidst the calmness;
I could hear the voice of ciga through my nose,
I could see the shadows telling me a prose,
And via the corner of my eye, I could smell the tree’s blossoms.
Then I see a boy,
Deep in the words of his thoughts,
Folded together at the end of a corner.
He was waiting…
Waiting patiently for me…
Waiting for me to fade away…
To fade away from his sight via the sea.
Can I help it?
His eyes are filled with tears,
Shadowed with fears,
For he’d surely miss me.
Gradually is time fading.
No one sees his shivering thoughts
As the cold break through his skin’s dots.
Could I ever leave him?
I need to move on, so it is necessary.
“Wait!” He caught me
“Yes,” I shook a bit as I tried to hide my own fears and tears.
The sea was a wild sea, and it boisterous storms could cost me years.
“Denu…” He shivered and his teeth struck hard atop each other.
“Denu… Denu…” This time he could no longer cover the violence of the storms he’d suffered,
The disaster in his procrastinations,
The scars of his mistakes,
The troubles of the confusion he had faced
And the years he made waste.
He was deeply drowned in the sorrow of his laziness,
Of the pain he strived to put away,
Of the life he wanted to drop but couldn’t,
Of the evil thoughts that almost never stopped attacking.
He could no longer whisper but tears,
Nor could he talk but fears,
Or drop a lovely kiss as he bid me farewell.
All he could do was to stand there shaking
And weeping and fumbling and freezing.
But I waited.
I waited to hear his words,
The last words of this seventeen year old.
And yet silence.
This boy is wasting my time,
But I ain’t going away.
I’m waiting right here.
I got all the time to wait,
Only that time wouldn’t wait.
Then I looked back at him and told this fading image of me
“Denu, enough of the tears, crying and fears.
I thought you said you believe in God.
Cast off from yourself all these cares,
And talk to me.
The ship is soon to sail…
Tell me what you have to say.
Then the seventeen year old boy looked up at me,
Seems like I’d grown an inch taller than what I used to be,
And he smiled…
A weak, pale, deep smile.
And his tears cried but he didn’t sob.
He told me
“Denu,… Denu,” you could see the austerity in his voice as he tries to be calm.
“Hold on a while longer while I speak.”
“OK, no problem.” I replied.
“Don’t be me when you cross over the sea,
Be a changed person.
Take a clue from the life I’d lived,
Learn serious lessons from it.
Neither should you give yourself to laziness.
Learn to give priority to things,
Learn to be principled.”
He coughed out some spittle
And hid his face away a while.
Myself couldn’t bare my tears,
As darkness shadowed the night.
“Denu, stop being money conscious
And start being proactive in your thoughts.
Denu, I advice you to leave the childhood corner
And behave as one that is matured.
Be cultured and nurtured
Fashioned according to God’s words.
Take hold of each hour of the day
And let each moment pass with something worth my embrace.”
He smiled now.
“You’re leaving me this night.
Oh! What a wonderful being you are.
Never thought I’d meet a being like you.
I’d known you only for a year,
But you’ve been very open minded
And you hid nothing from me.
Be the best you can be
And make sure to keep a memory of me…
Your little boy.”
He giggled as the last drop of stream full tears walked down his eyes.
I joined the sacredness of the moment and I whispering cried,
“I love you Denu” and said goodbye.
As the new year’s ship roared over the late night storms,
I heard a little squeak, from his mouth via his voice,
Of “goodbye friend, and be good,
Denu loves you too”
© Denu Vour Bon