Saturday Night At The Memorial Day Fair

Finally alone,
waiting in line.

I said I was scared,
you held me.
You didn't let go.

Onto the ride,
we started to move.

I was too scared,
I reached for your hand.
I held it tightly.
You held back
and didn't let go.

We hit the top of the ride.
Right before the free fall
I thought you would let go.

Our hands went up
together as we fell.
Our fingers
still intertwined.
You didn't let go.