CHAINLINK FENCE

On the side of the road,
there is this view
of neon-lit silhouettes
and skylines.
Their glow, like eyes
watching over.
But there is a fence
blocking the view.
Chainlink and barbed wire.

It wasn't the first time
we saw it that night,
as we walked that road,
hand in hand.
But it was only then
that you saw the trees
behind the chainlink.
There they were - imprisoned
by their roots
and the barbed wire,
holding each other's hands
like we did,
while the wind's soft dirge whistling over.
But those neon-lit eyes
watched in the distance,
pondering their fates.

When we paused to watch them,
I wondered why the held their hands.
But I did not wonder too long,
because you ran to them
Because I had not held your hand
too tight that night.