My Other Haunted Half

I stumbled in an alley looking for my haunted half,
the secret other part of me that knows my beaten path,
the one who's lost and hidden there beneath my crumbled mess,
the one that I desert in times of danger or distress.

I spent the whole night searching there and found nothing amiss,
the place I had discovered wasn't one of peace and bliss,
but such a steady calmness that it seemed I felt at home,
though dark and damp the alley, I was glad to be alone.

I thought I heard your voice once there and my ears strained to hear it,
you sounded disappointed and I knew that I should fear it,
but once again, the calmness of this weird and hollow night
left me in a failed attempt to fashion any fright.

My haunted half was there, I felt, and maybe it was you,
or maybe it was something else - I can not say what's true,
I couldn't put my finger on the feeling that I felt,
but I knew the cards were changing in the hand that I'd been dealt.

I left the alley slowly, calmly, thinking of my station,
and wondering if my other half should need emancipation,
but knowingly, I nodded, and I left it there alone,
a hollow, haunted memory between two walls of stone.

-kb