1/16/12

But I Do Still Miss You
By John Ogden


In another life, I sit here with a warm beer in my hand, jaw slack, my mind slowly spreading out between my ears as thoughts of you melt what's left of my sanity.

In another life, the light of my television is the beacon of sanctuary. Relics of you dot the floor, burnt pictures and toys you never enjoyed mingling with the broken bottles and crushed cans of our aftermath.

In another life, I miss you, and I'm incapable of dealing with it.

In this life, I just decided to get a new cat.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.