solong.brother

it was mid-afternoon. it was somewhat cold and it was supposed to rain in a few hours.
the street looked calm, and some dogs barked at a safe distance. he was walking towards my door, i looked through the window and then closed the curtain.
"I came to talk to you" he said.
"well, sit down and talk".
He told me how his last month was, how he missed our conversations and why he left me behind when we were running from the cops. He told me he wanted to be my brother again, and accept his apologies.
I thought this would never happen, so i just hugged him and told him i was sorry too, for everytime i did not speak to him when he was in pain.
He left after dinner and we agreed to meet on the weekend.
that was a month ago, we haven't spoken since and I'm too cold to move.
maybe i couldn't care less if i see anybody again.