Twenty minutes. Still no train.
Brother walks into the station.
Begins a book he's read five times.
Finally a whoosh and a whir.
Train pulls up. We step in.
He lets me go first to grab a seat.
Express and we skip stops.
He doesn't acknowledge me.
But lets me lean on his shoulder.
And I guess that's more than enough.
3 comments:
I guess he's older than you, Chris?
Sounds like a typical brother:)
My brother? Actually he's younger, he's only 21.
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