Most days, I still feel the ache of bruised bones the way vets still feel the sting of lost limbs, and I wonder how long it takes for something no longer present to heal.
And last night, I heard gunshots that sounded just like your name as I was reminded some things exist for no other reason than to cause pain.
I am nothing more than this small frame and protruding ribs, knots of hair lying on the bathroom floor, remembering what it once felt like to be whole.