My feelings towards you confuse me,
or at least they would
if I ever bothered to think about them.
I don’t.
You are no pinnacle, no tip of the mountain,
no pinpoint that is my thought-life.
No, you are not on my mind.
Though, you’re through it.
You reside, you
permeate.
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-
You
…
I have nothing to say-
No logical sentence,
no emotional premise.
None.
You…
exist.
…
Perhaps that is enough.
Alphabet Ravine 
Yes! Where’s the love button?
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Awww, thank you!
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Maybe a little bitterness. 💕
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much!
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Unrequited love or just plain disinterest!
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Lol, I wrote this after choosing to break up with a man, but I married him a year and a half later. I think you can see the possibility of that outcome in this poem. Thanks as always for the reading, liking, engaging, and commenting!
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You may have hurt my feelings, had you directed this toward me. This is brutal… Sheesh!
Don’t mind me… I will show myself out…
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