The one that takes my hand

I want to lace my fingers with yours  
But
In a crowd full of people
My wants become words    
For the hate in their projection
Is hurled in our direction
And
The aftertaste of judgment
Taints our shared affection  
   
I know how they see us  
What breaks me
Is our new
Distorted view

   
The one that takes my hand  
Will be mine
Forever laced    
And
Never left alone    
To fill a darkened space
   
Take my hand