A failed exorcism...

I think about you a lot
because you are always around me
in the melody of the beautiful songs I listen to
in a piece of poetry that strikes a chord
Even when i don't actively think of you
images of you are always there -
ethereal wisps dancing, weaving through
my conscious and unconscious.

Whenever the day ends, Lavender
The reality is
that once again,
i have failed to exorcise you.