You're Either First Or Last

 i will never

be the first

of so many things for you,

i cam 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 new ones

we will burn through.

Take them, but give me

the lasts