i smiled at him when he stuck his arm up backwards to wave goodbye to me as he bent over to get his bag.  he smiled at me when he realized i was still waiting around, walking as far as i could, until i couldn’t see him anymore.  i don’t know why, but it was harder to say goodbye this time.  i miss my big brother. 

“Together, me and my sweater. That leaves… you and your sleeves. me and you, ragged and tattered. We’re a little worn, but we’re holding up…”