The lasts

I will never be

the first

of so many things

for you. I came too late,

after life and love

were woven into the

tapestry

of your existence. I care not

about lost firsts,

but I will fight, knuckles

bloody and teeth sharpened,

for your lasts.

Take the old firsts

and put them to rest,

silent below the dirt

and ash of all the old ones

we will burn through.

Take them, but

give me the

lasts.

~Tyler Knott Gregson