|    |  By Mark Wahl
 You, embracing me,
 shunning me alternately.
 You are the one on my mind,
 like a song that doesn't belong
 or a fever dream
 rerunning and rerunning.
 
 You are lovely indeed,
 funny
 and secretly sensitive.
 But that's not why
 it's you that's on my mind.
 
 You have invaded my hearth,
 digging in like so many soldiers,
 and throwing back attempts to oust you
 with such violence.
 But it's more of a tilt of your head
 and a self-conscious smile
 that holds me,
 not a monumental struggle,
 or a well-planned campaign.
 
 Please,
 just pretend you've put some thought into this.
 Make it seem a struggle.
 Mark Wahl is a communications policy analyst 
        living in northern Virginia. He writes poetry frequently, short stories 
        occasionally, and publishes seldom. 
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