Wingapo

I liked our goodbye.

I loved what you said.

"It isn't goodbye, it's good luck."

And all the onslaughts of inside jokes.

And I hug.

I know you aren't feeling.

You make a bloody big enough deal of it.

So, the fact you got this emotional.

Well, I feel good about it.

I can't expect all that much more.

But this was nice.

Especially considering the residual tension.

I'm sorry I yelled at you last night.

But when I'm breaking, I sometimes need to yell.

The noise shakes me, and gets my veins going.

Glue flows through, then, and puts me back as I ought to be.

And I can't just stay sedentary.

That's why I'm here in the first place.

But I have no doubt-

Despite my emotion and your apathy-

We are the same siblings we've always been.

And I love you and will miss you.

But you know that.

It wouldn't have helped to say anything, anyways.

I liked how we ended it.

We said hello instead.