My feelings towards you confuse me,
or at least they would
if I ever bothered to think about them.
You are no pinnacle, no tip of the mountain,
no pinpoint that is my thought-life.
No, you are not on my mind.
You are through it.
You reside, you
Like a soundtrack constantly lacing its song,
forever in the background-
Like the home chord in the key of my mind’s
melody, that cannot be lifted out of any measure-
Like the tonic note on which all else falls-
I have nothing to say-
No logical sentence,
no emotional premise.
Perhaps that is enough.