Sometimes I sense you in my bones
seeping through my marrow,
flitting through my veins,
each footstep in time with a heartbeat.
I know you well.
I have known you well.

At times there is guilt,
stalling your departure
from my life.
Yet, still, I delight.
You are a detriment,
but like a tapeworm
to anorexic,
you are lovely to me in mind.