To Lay Last
To live be last of two to cross that bar.
To have to stay to weep to taste concern.
To separate by time and distance far.
To feel such pain such deep such sour discern.
To fill sad eyes with tears both night and day.
To feel anger at love yet not possess.
To sorrow to anguish in every way.
To fire a heart, this burning tenderness.
To wake to find no love find death a thief.
To be a choice to mourn to go insane.
To greedily, selfishly keep this grief.
To bear this burden yes to tend this pain.
To be alone as flowers bloom come May.
To spare you this -pray I be last to lay.
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