hurts

So many parts of me are in pain, both dull and sharp. My mind. My forearms. My lungs. My heart. My soul.
It is a gray day with an ice-cool wind. I was happy at church. But now I take long breaks from my very happy extended family. They probably think I’m doing my loner bit and only my cousin Mari knows the truth, that I’m hurting over the loss of my Play Brother.
I still can’t believe I have one less friend. I look into my phone and his number is still there. It will stay there because I still can’t let go.