Put your foot down

I give my halfway man
Neither hers nor mine
A halfway look
Neither smile nor frown
That kind of tells him, I guess, I am vexed
He does not say a thing, just walks past me
And I wonder why he does not take me seriously
As I kind of talk to him, sort of tell him, I guess
How I feel at being left at home all day
Without so much as 'by the way'

I guess my halfway man
Neither hers nor mine
Kind of loves me in a way
I cannot put my finger on

So, I stay in this halfway house
That is not quite home
And hope oneday, sometime soon
He will, I guess, take me seriously


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