There's a piece of me
That fell away
Last time I fell
From the fight.
I've been looking for it,
Hoping to put it aright.
There's been something not quite right in my head
Since I last fell from the fight.
I thought maybe it had also dropped dead.
Like my mind and my will to survive.
I took a walk some brisk summer's eve
Searching in all the usual places
When among the names on the wall
I saw one not alike the other faces
The name read one that mirrored my own
And I thought maybe this small piece of stone
Was the one I had missed for so long.
The placement was certainly wrong.
I could feel a hole in the middle of my soul
Of similar shape; yes, it had been misplaced.
No matter; I'll return it to its shed,
Giving life to the one once thought dead.