Or Else

by Joe Hart

My particular sorrow sounded like the rustling of plastic covering the hole in the side of the church where the stained glass had been before I’d put a rock through it in a drunken haze a few

I wanted to take it all back. I wanted to take it further than we had. My coffee was cold.

life is like dementia. Anything can slip away at any time. You gotta hold on to the things that matter as long as you can.”

“You didn’t have to do it,” I said. “I know. The best things aren’t done out of need.”

Words are funny things. They’re warped mirrors of what we mean, and only once in a while do they reflect the truth.

Winston Churchill had supposedly once said. If you’re going through hell, keep going.

It’s funny the things you remember and what you forget. All of it’s important, every last second.

We wish our loved ones long lives and quick deaths. It’s what separates us from animals.