Ghost

I went chasing ghosts today.

There they were, right where I left them years ago. At my old familiar haunt amongst the waves crashing into the rocks. All of them. Don't they ever give up?

I sat for a while and let them wash over me so I could feel the old aches, and remember. It didn't take long to realize that as time has passed they have grown old and tired and weak.

And I haven't.

I left them there where they belong, and walked away tossing a few newer ones into the collection as I went.