I, comma

I’m always stuck in the middle
I never finish my lists
And I don’t have as much fun
as an asterisk.

I try to hold it all together
I’m constantly connecting
And I interrupt thoughts
Whenever I’m reflecting

I don’t start at the beginning
I don’t end at the end
And I look like a quote mark
Who just lost a friend

I’m sorry about the fuss
I don’t mean to cause a drama
(I’ve got it better than the colon)
Guess I’m happy to be a comma.