Scheherazade85

He appeared as a robber

I caught him in the arm

And disarmed him

He suddenly became my brother

The boy that I barely ever speak of

The boy was tall, so not like him

He's short and robust, my brother

At least the last time I saw him

I looked him in the eye

And saw that he was afraid

The cops came and was about to take him

We embraced and I told him to be good

I kissed his forehead

For the first time after a long time

Then I woke up and wept irrepressibly.



I never knew what happened

Or ceased to happen

Maybe we just

Grew up.