My subconscious

It’s been a month, I don’t know, I seem to lose track, I block you out, I occupy myself, But I can’t seem control my dreams, The day goes by and not a thought, But when I close my eyes, There you are, This is madness, Make it stop, I need to move on, For you aren’t coming back, It’s a struggle, I must admit, But I am lost, In my subconscious mind PS - I wrote this poem, thinking if time really heals, all that happens, is that it passes, my dreams represent what I am really thinking of, I can’t seem to not dream of this person, even though, during the day, I avoid everything that would remind me of him.