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To: you@there From: me@here Subject: I miss

Posted on November 27th, 2001

To: you@there

From: me@here

Subject: I miss you.

That’s all. I’m not cycling into a depression or anything. I just miss you. I’m not worried about absolutely everything. I’m not panicked. I’m not paralyzed by doubt and fear. I just miss you. I’m not freaking out three steps in advance like I always do, wondering if we’ll ever have a life anything like what I’ve always planned. I just miss you. All of it isn’t forming into this epicenter of bliding pain behind my left temple. I just miss you. It isn’t like I can’t breathe sometimes. I just miss you. I don’t find myself more and more numb every morning as I wake up. I don’t think I’m dying. I don’t care more about you than anything else in the world. Of course I believe myself capable of living my life without you in it on a daily basis. I just miss you.

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