Your last song.

And that day, I said...

This will be the last song I am wasting on you.

I set the camera up, hit the REC button, and started to sing. I sang about how you broke my heart, how you never wanted me, how you just never loved me. How you ignored my presence as if I was your invisible girlfriend. And still, you were my first love.
I didn't care, I had someone new. I moved on, I tried to build a new life. And I finally did... without you. Without all of those plans we made, trying to run away from what mattered. By then I knew what was going to happen. I knew you'd tell me you never loved me. If only I hadn't been so blind, I would understand that there was somebody waiting, sitting down by my front porch, tired, cold, and hungry. That was truly somebody who always loved me. I am only sorry he wouldn't be my first love.

After I was finished, I pushed STOP. I was done, this was your last song, and you never really said anything.
I wonder if you ever got the tape...

I'm sitting in my desk, and I softly open the drawer. I see the tape.

I wonder if you ever got the tape, if you ever heard the song that I had never sung for you.

The last song, in the tape that I have never sent.