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