The Right Half


The right half is now gone away,
but remains still, perfectly made,
its emptiness on display

and lonely are the days-
a week seems a lifetime
memories threaten to fade

until heavy they grow in sleep
the eyelids, now shutting to keep
quiet the eyes threatening to weep.

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