Hand in hand they walk
down dismal streets,
Too frightened to talk.
Fear that someone might
hear what they have to say.
He grips her hand tight,
no one must know.
As they approach the door,
they stand side by side,
arm in arm. If the truth comes out
they’ll have to go.
Flee this place, somewhere far
away. They’ll get in the car
and drive, find somewhere
new to stay.
A new beginning for her
and for him.
A place where others don’t
know about this sin.
And once again,
hand in hand they’ll walk
down brighter streets,
and they’ll talk.
Talk about the future
not the past.
And their secret will stay
between her and him
And no one will ever
know about that sin.
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Hannah Petch
Creative Writing graduate. Poet/Playwright.
You can see more of my work on Instagram (@HannahPetch)
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