half a moon
half the night
half awake
the better half, her,
Dreams arrive, on the fall of
Every landing is, a startle out of
Peaceful sleep, and pleasant
Rest, does not happen, not
Every night or everytime
She puts her head back down
Softly whimpering "sorry"
I say "it is alright, right here if you need me"
Only sometimes, she does and sometimes
Not
half her day she is tired,
that half the day she almost alone,
half a chance to recover,
half of a half of a half of a half
after four days
there is one sixteenth of her
left to
make it through
the rest of her week
to the end.


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