You Were

Your hand fit perfectly in mine,
As we walked further down your street,
Making new memories on Camellia drive.
Vince was to my right.
I blushed as if I were 5 again,
And you had cooties.
I couldn't speak.
I was silently hoping,
You really loved me.
Maybe it was me,
And my blind optimism to blame,
But I could see that you were.
And as we ran down the dirt stricken path,
Waking downhill on Osprey,
The memory was the first time I held your hand.
Vince said to say this to you, even though you're gone,
'Cause it'd make your day;
I love you.