• It was a few steps
    My hand clasped tightly with his
    Our fingers intertwined cozily and neatly
    It was a few steps
    That was all it took
    For the rants of the people
    For the punches of the people
    To begin
    And for the chaoticness to destroy the rest of our walk
    To unclasp our hands
    To untwine our fingers
    And to destroy our perfectly natural love
    It was a few steps
    And what could have been
    Perished in the face of homophobia
    But yet, we still, everlastingly
    Keep stepping