Locked Down

It was the color of his eyes that helped me see the happiness in the world.

It was the brightness of his smile that helped me understand the good in all.

It was his strength that helped me know that there was still hope for us.

Though, he himself gave much more than all of those small traits combined, and all I could do about it was just watch. I watched him, I watched them, I watched myself. I wasn't allowed to do anything but that. That's what I was told and that's what I assumed I should do.

Me and him. Us. We were different than everyone. We were nothing to the world. And to them, but also to ourselves. We had not, once so ever, thought that our lives would be thrown toward each other. It never mattered to anyone until something had got into our way and ruined our safety. We weren't able to have what we had. What we wanted. What we needed.

We were prisoners.

And prisoners aren't able to love.

Not like you.