One of Half

I am half of one.  Created to be one but I am only half.  In my cave I hide.  I yearn.

I ponder.  Eyes opened, I deliberate. 

You are the receptor and, when switched, our lights shine.  Two halves to make the whole.

But even the halves must be engaged.  Too often we are disjointed. 

Unrelated.

Disconnected

So I am paused awaiting our conjoined engagement