Half
A half moon in the half lit sky half of it dark, the other bright Half of you, and half of me Half of my heart in the city by the sea, half here with you sipping the half glass of red wine Half of us wants to stall and sleep half making lists of weekend needs and bills left for the other half we can not save even if we wanted to Half of the spaghetti is tangy, the other so bland, so motionless so colourless, like half of the building that sleeps Half of my hand in yours the other picking dirt from the floor Half of the house is old, the other something I can't relate to Half of this existence is real, the other half living a dream Half of my life is over, the other half I'm hoping I don't look too much older Half of your lips I kiss, the other I'm too lazy to approach, maybe later Half of my gaze is for you, the other half for the half moon I pretend I didn't see