Hold your hand

I am waiting for the fear to pass,
so we can walk free as we had never done before,
I am waiting for the moment when we can finally hold hands,
without fear.

I am waiting for the storm to pass,
and leave us some sun and fresh haze,
so we breathe again and relax
being next to each other for real.

I am waiting for the world to stop judging,
to let us be free and follow our desires,
to let us run free and kiss without fear,
without the constant vigilance.

I am waiting for just enjoying being together
without constantly checking over my shoulder
if someone would be frowning at us,
disapproving of how we break their rules.

I am waiting for the rules to fall to new rules,
to let us rule ourselves for what we think is right,
because your hand on mine feels right,
the best kind of right followed by your smile.