Other people don’t know what they are
when they see them. The see two sweet old ladies
walking in the park.
But I see.
I see the love in their eyes
when they look at each other.
I see the pain they felt
when they realized who they were.
I feel the distance between them,
placed there by a man,
a husband.
Created by the fear of what others might do.
The distance that no matter how vast it got
their love continued to shine like the sun
peeking through the clouds
on a rainy day just to create a rainbow.
Just to create some love.
Other people don’t know that they waited.
They waited 50 years
only for their love.
They waited until they knew it was safe.
It was accepted.
They waited to show us
their
rainbow.