My feet ache and my knees toil

A low hum radiates from the motor

A complete stranger captivating my eyes, fixing my gaze

I am staring directly into a mirror

The boy does not resemble my features or visage

Yet I look at him and see myself, his soul lay bare

The sun is beaming down with no remorse

Horrified to lose the fleeting glimpse of myself I called out to him

His peering glance only matched by his words

Some lost language rolls off his tongue like sweat bulging from my skin

The air is dry and my eyes sting

We stare at each other blankly with solace

The boy does not flinch at the howling, dusty winds

I remember the handbook I found on the plane

The lone word I can muster up is brother

The boy winces

At the sight of his clearly restrained sorrow I instinctively lunge for my pocket

A priceless photograph peels as my shorts rustle faintly

The now long worn smile has almost been chipped away 

Stains cover up years of pain buried deep within the crusty print

Though we have never met before the boy is familiar

Not taking a snapshot would be a waste of life

The boy meets my brother through loose change and linen

They know each other well

We are one in the same