Tuesdays
I feel like I'm losing it,
Sitting in my car after work
Music loud enough to drown
Out the noise of the past week;
I still see you in everything-
A plethora of ghosts
Following my every move,
They blame me and I deserve it.
I deserve every late night
Spent staring at the ceiling,
Feeling like
If I stop forcing the breaths out
They might just stop coming
Altogether.
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