Out of place

Unwanted for life

as dog in a cat’s party—

the pesky meddler.

Despite

Like the middle child,

though she’s ever neglected,

blossoms the poet.

candle

She looked on, helpless,

while the candle light tapered

as did their friendship.

for the love of

“I do.” “I do, too.”

Wordplay love—years afterwards,

one reveals, “I don’t.”

Lived sans a style sense

still, nice and natty in death

owes overbearing parents.