Late at night
I dream of a chain
Hands holding on
Some hugging
Some squeezing
Tight enough for pain
For tears
That will be cried
In joyous pain
The owners
Will never meet
Or if so
Rarely
In the mist of time
They hold
On
When they should
Have let long ago
Hold tight
Brothers
Sisters
We'll always be there
Love eternal
When there is none else
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Sometimes poetry is the only way to record an image, I think.
