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.