I woke up with a memory of you on my mind. A memory I hadn’t thought about in a while, maybe even years. I can’t tell you which one it was, it went as fast as it came. Drifting wood. The harder I tried to grasp at it, the faster it went. I suppose I should be grateful for it’s timely departure. No linger. No storm cloud above my head. I can go on with my day. I’d rather a shadow, than you.