Lost

Everyone has that special thing,
To hold on to through thick and thin.
To trust, and have an unbreakable bond.

You can confide in this thing,
You can tell them anything,
And they will understand.

They won't shoot you down,
They will listen
To your dreams and fears.

But for the greatest fear
To become real,
And for the bond to be broken

The thing has gone missing
And the distance is too great
The bond snapped.

And then the guilty sibling
Has stepped forward
Holding the thing.