The Last

~~@2016, Angela Wilcox -- From the Archives.  Where would music be, without the broken heart... this would not make a good song... but it's fragmentation accurately reflected my heart, twisted and torn... truth be told, there rarely is a last... we long to be connected up until the day we die...

You get to be the last,
The one I loved the most.

You get to be the one,
Who holds my heart alone.

There were others before you, 
But none who can compare.

I try to imagine loving someone else.
The pain of trying steals my breath.

In the end, we enter the world alone.
And that is how we will exit.

Thank you for loving me.
You changed my life.