The Other Half


Mornings shine a little dimmer,
Nights feel much more cold.
Laughter fades, smiles cease,
Crippling depression takes its hold.
Condolences are useless.
It is better to be alone.
Life is not the same.
Home is not a home.
The empty house creaks, and
Leaks are not repaired.
When one half is missing
The other drowns in despair.
Loneliness is mounting and
Neighbors stay away.
When one soul is taken
The other starts to decay.

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