She’s just looking for a bit of empathy,
a wrap around her shoulders whisper in her ear,
“It’ll be okay. It’s you and me together, babe” moment.
She’s just hoping for a show of affection,
a finger trailing up her arm shooting sparks,
a kiss held for long enough to know you mean it.
She’s just waiting for you to come back
from wherever it is you’ve been wandering,
just wishing for you,
so don’t call her unreasonable, dude.
Her disappointment is justified.