His eyes were green,
his were blue.
He was tall, upholding many inches,
more than a few.
They bonded quickly, grew closer.
Neither thought it'd be over.

Laughs were shared, and giggles were tossed,
tickles roaming the couch,
smiles never leaving the mouth.

They were open, happy as ever,
until Management wouldn't let them be together.
They grew apart, fingertips barely brushing,
making them feel as if they were nothing.

They barely share a glace,
because they never get the chance.
They can only stare with a dull glow,
while the other sings their solo.

One lies, one suffers.
Both sharing the same fear.
Maybe, all of us here,
can come together one day,
and realize that gay is okay.