I miss you

I hate that I do

I hate to admit that despite all of my efforts,

I still can’t shake you,

Like a weasel or a worm,

You burrow your way into my heart

Despite all of the things I say

And the front that I put up,

You disease my thoughts,

Fully and expansively,

I shake you off, but you remain embedded

Only for me to get more upset because I’m fighting a losing battle,

October 2018- R1