They're everywhere today;
an invasion of images.
Pictures of various groupings of siblings
on Facebook and Instagram;
all comments extolling the delight
found within the bonds
I know I cannot be the only one.
The only one who knows that
and a smattering of shared memories,
aren't enough to hold people together;
not when memories are so painful,
interpretations of 'reality' so varied
trust so fragile.
I know I'm not the only one.
There are at least 2 other people in the world who know it too.
I wonder if this day is as painful for them as it is for me.
I'll never know.