I’m significantly annoyed and at the same time resigned
at how you flit in and out of my thought-space.
How even as I try to shut you off
and out,
you never truly leave.
But instead remain hidden somewhere under the cloak
of my numerous other distractions;
away
from the spotlight that brings to the fore
things I know I am better off doing.

If only, believing by force of will
can banish you
forever.

(But I know, you’ll come back
to haunt me. Even if I think, sometimes, that
you are dead to me.)