On that day, so many pictures
were taken of the entire spectacle.
There were photos of all kinds:
poses, ambushes, rushed, and
unaware.

The sky was cloudy, but it
didn’t remotely touch the mood,
going largely unnoticed. Cars
lined the streets of the arrivals,
ready to immortalize the moment.

My hair was freshly cut, as a request
from my brother. The focus was all
on him, but I was proudly at his side.
Our mother’s hair shined on us both,
though she was not allowed to attend.
 
My brother cracked a joke, and like
a reflex I gave him that disbelieving
look, but I was laughing with him.
I had his ring in my pocket, guarded
and safe.

This was our very essence; the relationship
we had developed together for years.
The ceremony would be soon, and it was
clear he had no negative thoughts. He
was ready, and I followed his lead,
like always.