Every Day

Every day
I try to oust you from my head
and my heart.
Every day
Still, a little push here,a little push there.

In spite of this
You have become ensconced
in my head
and in my heart.
More than that
You have become
The floor on which I walk
The wallpaper on the walls
The ceiling over my head
The chair on which I rest.
It seems
I am surrounded.