Mild Thoughts

4 years of my heart, and it seems you took more.
A residency I didn’t expect, holding me back.
For I see you in the corner of my eye.
With every choice that I make.
With each new her.
There you are.
I dread you.
I assess.
I run.
I am alone.
Or at least I thought I was.
Now how to be rid of you so I can move on?