Years have passed,
Since you last held my hand.
I still remember how it felt,
While we stood before our favorite band.

They sang away the night,
With words that told you how I felt.
Your skin so smooth on mine,
While we were engulfed in the crowd.

I have to say that,
Was one concert I wish not to end.
But as we filed out of the doors,
It broke my heart to bring you back to him.

And when the rain came pouring down,
While we ran to the cover of your dorm.
I felt as if the road were no longer rough,
That it had been smoothly worn.

And I thought that maybe,
You meant to be more than just polite,
When you offered me a chance,
To stay and spend the night.

Sadly, I had reasons I could not,
And began my weary drive.
Wishing that I had never left,
Wishing I had just arrived.