RED HERRING

I would like to believe

Creatures are crafted in pairs

Like hands and feet,

Lost in transit

But hopeful still

They might cross hairs

But reunite they must

Just like I own

Eyes, ears and nostrils two

Propagated in pairs

Somewhere further afield

My second heart

Pumps essence in a familiar chest

I would like to believe

A creature such as me

Another a-kin

Shrouded in dusk

Awaits my return