When They Held Hands Poem by Arta Krasniqi

When they held hands
while walking on streets
people would see them
as a whole
as one

When they held hands
people swore
they had never seen
such a bound connection
between two souls
they thought
it was chemical
written in the stars
crowned on the heads

When they held hands
people did not see
the tyranny
the hatred
that had taken over
their once bounded hearts

When they held hands
people did not see
the bright reflection
of their icy hearts
like a knife's blade
clean and sharp
deadly and dangerous

When they held hands
people did not see
the shallow scarecrows
they had turned into

When they held hands
people did not see
how much it hurt them
to hold hands
to be the perfect couple
to be people's goals
to be...

When they held each other's hand
people did not see
they were holding
the END.