Emo-neemo

I feel like an amputee.

I lost Edina;
my trusted right-hand, my movie buddy, the natural antidote to my quick temper,
to the lure of a better life elsewhere, to freedom that she yearns.

I lost my brother;
my goofy, nerdy, almost-good-looking, DNA-sharing brother,
someone who I can never feel embarrassed in front of,
to Dumfries, somewhere in Glasgow,
to study so that he may learn and grow into a better person.

Man, it feels like shit.