The Last Thing
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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
