'Wingapo' by Ravyn LaRue

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.