The Song of Us

I found on your own

Barely getting by from your father’s gang

Your singing voice equivalent

To a morning song

Your dark brown eyes

Met my emerald gemmed eyes

Your slicked black hair contrasted my fiery blazing hair

And our fates were sealed

By a brief introduction

A favor including me hiding you from the cops

And then a small slip of paper

With a number and several media accounts on it

After exchanging several texts and funny little nicknames

We became partners in crime, on and off of the theatre

From piano lessons to late night driving nights

I saw you come out more and more

As days turn to weeks

And weeks turn to months

I started to see you

Metamorphose slowly into a new man

I’d watch you walk into the theater

A large grin reaching your face, ear to ear

Your tall figure gained a skip in your pace

And your soft silent chuckle slowly transformed into a hearty laugh

Your dark eyes sparkled with increasing zeal

Large arms wrapping around me in a leather embrace

Like a blanket made of silk

And whisper sweet melodies in my ear

Those melodies slowly became our song

Banded with respect and understanding

As well as a possible future

Made with endless love

Then one afternoon

Tragic news spread

Of a gang leader getting arrested

On the corner of Hector Street

I’ve come to then realize that on those days

That you had to run out to ‘run some errands’

Was you supporting in the man’s gang

Quite possibly over us and our future

However, I knew this was never you

You would never want to inflict toxicity and chaos

Onto innocent bystanders and bankers

But you wanted to share your melodies with the world

When we arrived to the prison

To meet the gang leader himself

I saw a large man in an orange jumpsuit

Staring down at you as we sat down in the phone booth, hand in hand

Through the phone, you made the excuse

Of receiving gas instead of not being available for the event

Seeing through the story, the man bangs on the booth

Barking for the truth instead of simple stories

You looked down at me

And all I could do was tightly hold your hand supportively

You breathed in and breathed out slowly

And confronted the man, guilt dragging you along

You shared with the large man

Of your hopes of the future through the phone

Of your future with your melodies

And the pretty girl next door

The man stayed in silence

Mouth agape with confusion

Until he grunted through the phone

And banged on the booth louder than before

Milliseconds after, the man growled through the phone

“How’d I end up with a son like you, eh?

You’re nothing like me

Never had, never were, never will be”

Though the man left from your life in the moment

This didn’t stop you

From loving me

Or sharing our melodies

Immediately, you shoved the man aside

And rose higher than the stars

You made room for our love

And our endless melodies

Our love conquered your family’s desire

To bring anxiety and chaos into society

Our story went on, sharing many laughs and tears

And plenty of songs

Then years go by

And marriage was an immediate yes

Our children go on and share our song

The Song of Us