Cameron
Cameron was my best friend,
But even more to me,
When something would make me depressed,
He would find the bright side for me to see.
And in a while our feelings,
Grew and grew some more,
Until one day at school,
Cameron lead me to the door.
He looked at me with deep green eyes,
But really looked me in the heart,
He hesitated then he shifted,
And choked out "Where do I start?"
He put a hand upon my back,
And placed one on the door,
He smiled at me as he looked down,
And said "Can I be yours?"
I have never been so happy,
In all my boring life,
But nothing would prepare me,
For all the coming strife.
Because a few weeks later,
I got a red-eye call,
It was Cameron’s mother,
Asking if I’d seen him at all.
When I said I had not,
I felt a feeling of dread,
But of course I hung up,
Over looked it and went to bed.
The next morning in the paper,
A head line caught my eye,
The paper solemnly read,
‘Last night because of a drunk driver,
This young man had to die’
I looked closely at the picture,
And my plate fell to the floor,
Because at that moment I knew I would not,
See my Cameron any more.
So here I sit before him,
His hand folded on his chest,
Not only had I lost my friend,
But I had lost my best.
At night time I think of Cameron,
And wish to god I could see,
The reason he went to that party,
Instead of the dance with me.
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