Night,
The hearth; for those left behind
I’m only half here. And I can’t even say it.
And they don’t see it. But I’m barely here.
Sometimes my other half wanders by. But there’s never anything here to make her stay. So she undoubtedly leaves again.
There’s only half of me here. And I’m so very exhausted having to carry all this with only half of me. But she has a gypsy’s heart. I know better than to keep her here. It would be caging her. I would be killing her. And I can’t do that to her.
So I’ll stay and leave the porch light on for her. That way she’ll always find her way home. And she’ll know, even if she doesn’t come in, that someone waits up for her every night.
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