Lovesick

You invade my mind at the most
inappropriate times.
Just as thoughts of you seem to
go into remission,
I get a sudden and serve
outbreak of longing.
The virus you’ve implanted
has infected my emotions.
I endure this chronic illness
with poise and silent misery.
You’ve come and gone
but the damage you’ve done
is here to stay.
The possibility of a cure lingers between
reality and fantasy.
As the days pass, the symptoms subside,
but are still just below the surface.
Time is both my savior and my enemy;
it heals all wounds yet leaves a nasty scar.