Alone I sleep on a bed built for two, but only a quarter use is what it receives. Awake I stay on this quarter use, in the hopes that the other three-quarters will have propose some day. Awake I stay with thoughts of what is needed for the day ahead. Awake I stay with what ifs dancing in my head. Awake I stay hoping that I did right by you. Awake I stay with questions unanswered. Awake I stay with pain in my eyes from the things that where suppose to help. I must go on. I can finally sleep.
I awake to the other three-quarters of the bed now used for a propose, only to leave the quarter I had resided in now unused, never fully whole. I must go on. I can finally start the day.
I wash away the cares of many days, to return to my quarter. The other occupant off for the night hoping to become whole this night. Covering up three-quarters lay barren. Awake I stay one hour past the midpoint. Awake I can no longer stay as three-quarters lay empty. Four hours after my one the three-quarters are filled. After long last wholeness is achieved but hollow it feels. Unwanted and guilted it's taste. A sleep I fall for one or two hours more. I must go on. Grinding must be done.