I Want to Be Your Favorite Song

 

I want to be your favorite song,

the one you return to

on nights when the world feels too loud.

The one that waits quietly

between your headphones and your heartbeat,

never asking for attention,

yet always being played.

I want to be more than a melody.

I want to be the lyric

you carry beneath your ribs,

the line that suddenly visits you

while staring out of a train window,

or walking home beneath a tired sky.

And if life ever grows heavy,

if the days become longer

than your strength can bear,

I hope you remember me.

Not as a person.

Not as a memory.

But as a verse

that gently takes your hand and whispers:

“Stay a little longer.”

Because if I cannot be

the reason for your happiness,

then let me be

a small reason for your survival.

Let me be the lyric

that makes you pause before giving up,

the chorus that reminds you

there are still sunsets left to witness,

still laughter waiting somewhere ahead,

still love,

in forms you have not yet met.

I want to be your favorite song.

And if fate is kind,

let me be born as a lyric

that makes you want

to live a little longer