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We didn't talk very much about the war in Iraq.
We didn't talk very much about the hurricane and our family loosing our home.
We didn't talk very much about my divorce.
We just drank.
From the moment we got up the till the time we went to bed.
I took him to the airport the day after I took this photograph.
We said our goodbye at the gate and hugged,
Our eye's looked downward to the floor, in the way that men do, sometimes in the moments of an embrace.
The thoughts surrounding the awkwardness of farewell.
The things I wish I could change in this world.
The mistakes I've made as someone's older brother.
The things your conscience makes you aware of when you into someone's eyes.
The strength of ink lessened by tears,
some things just dont translate into the binary world.
I took the bus out to flushing meadows where I watched the planes lifting into the air.
far off in the distance I thought I saw a ghost.
I dared not to look back.