The Last Thing

Written by: Autumn Page

Have I come upon my worst fear
When you would be gone, and I would be here
Have I lost this fight I was trying so hard to win
If I had to go back, would I even let this begin
I say, I say, October twenty-ninth 
A number that revolves around my life
A day, I cannot forget, it went so slow
I held on to you, and whispered in your ear, don't let go