Shake the Ghost

As I pulled into the gym parking lot tonight — circling the rows for a spot, moving further and further from my destination — it occurred to me:

I am so very tired.

So I reclined my seat and sat there fighting for sleep, watching snowflakes fall against my windshield

Melting like memories.

I slept then, but only for a moment, soon forced out of my car (and into a fit of sweat) not only by a persistent fear of time

But also by a half-hearted effort

To shake off the ghost of you.