The beautiful breaker of code slowed down to take his boots off.
We met him and walked together, shared a cab, and some time.
He was harassed for being different. For being beautiful. For being full of self love.
He scared them. He scared the sheep and the zombies; the ones who mingled between the dead and the undead.
He was beautiful. One of the most beautiful men I had ever seen.
He was not from here. This time or place. He would be punished for remaining here.
You see, he missed the space ship that left him behind. I was supposed to be on that space ship.
I tried to help. I tried to change their minds but it was useless.
They were so afraid and so angry that their place on Queen Street was awakened and beautified.