Half and Half

I've never really liked half and half.
My morning is brew is dark,
black, and true.
Adding half of anything
will leave me wanting.
A clear, dark cup
is what I need.

Half of you speaks
to me, while the other
half sits in the corner.
And I've never been one
to ignore the whole.

Only half of your smile beams.
Half the words you say fall
to the floor.
One strange hand and one
so familiar.
I've never been one
to ignore the whole.