Pest

When thoughts of you come
I wave them away like gnats
until they are almost gone
Still, when I drink my coffee
one or two of them emerge from the kitchen
attracted to the sweetness that remains
around the edge of the cup.
There still is an odor
from that last pool of stale liquid
but I can no longer taste it.
Once there were many, swarms that buzzed
whenever I entered a room
that had been left unoccupied
for more than a minute.
I fired the exterminator
when the gnats returned one day
because I left the light on by accident.
Although I poured poison down the drain, repeatedly,
you wouldn't let me relax
even when I was asleep.
Soon, they will all be dead,
and so will you.
you will breathe in a place where you can't touch me,
you will be someone else's infestation.