In Another world,

I reach down and smile,

I grab her hand and walk for a while,

I don't look around, I don't sweat,

I don't stress about who is staring or upset.

I say I love her,

I kiss her cheek,

And I don't first scan the street,

looking at onlookers, and searching for friends

My surroundings go dark when I'm holding her hand.

She's not my sister and not my friend,

I love her and that's the end.

- Abby