I desire a blank page,
a clean slate,
a pure heart,
with you erased.

I wish you could blow away
like the leaves in the Fall.
Fall to the ground
and be stepped upon
by each passerby.
And decompose into the earth,
never to return.
Freeze in the Winter.
So cold just like your heart.

But the inevitable cycle continues.
You surface to the top
by Springtime's rain, and Summer's sun.

And there you are again.
This constant struggle to rid you from my brain,
circles back as the seasons change.