If 2 Halves Made A Whole

If 2 halves made a whole,
then it must be no suprise
that for her it took 4.
She was never very good at math.
1 for conversation, 1 for her to nurture,
1 for mystery and intrigue
and 1 to love her.
Thursday nights for 1,
Tuesday for another.
Lunch on Wednesday, a movie Friday night.
She had always been a good juggler.
So much for a city divided, she thought.
How lucky to have 4 such men.
Each 1 such a vital part,
each 1 an essential role.
And yet, some days, more then others -
She wished for just 1 complete.
She'd always hated commuting.

Halted

Halted was their word,
used to describe the way she spoke,
tripping over thoughts,
stumbling through ideas.
Half sentences, broken in the middle, caught in a pause.
As though somewhere inside her,
a sensor or panic button had been hit.
Halted was her word,
used to describe her life,
tripping over situations,
stumbling through her days.
Half hearted attempts, broken dreams, caught in a quagmire.
As though somewhere inside her,
her desires and ambitions had taken a hit.