this is probably the only picture you took of me in brooklyn.
it was my last night in nyc.
i have no idea why you kept it for so long and only tonight you decided to send it.
i had never seen it before.
the memories are flowing. that bag had a gift for my sister. i carried it all night and you kept asking if i should just shove it somewhere, so that i could walk around more confortable.
we strolled through record stores. you took us to the diner.
i eventually had to catch the grey line to manhattan and that silence overwhelmed me.
it is still here. it endures.
from this day on, no more.
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