Her heart is almost full but

She feels only somewhat seen

Her humor is met with silence

His slights disguised as playful, are really mean

Common interests they enjoy but

His last apology was never

She’s always in the passenger seat

Tiptoeing around his temper

Argumentative by necessity

Her debate skills should win a prize

But she’s lonely during the day

Yearning to be looked at in the eyes

I watch my mom and I wonder

How I would cope if this were me?

Your life is not the place to settle

How’s she content to let this be?

I knew she wasn’t fully happy

So I’m surprised that I’m so sad

That after some wine today she admitted

That her soulmate’s not my dad