Some people liked my previous poem, so...

I figured I'd try to write another one. This is a continuation of my previous one, though... It would make more sense if you read the previous one, too. Feel free to leave a comment, whether positive or negative. I'd like to know what you Really think about it.

I wake at last and slowly open my eyes,          

"How long was I asleep?" I ask the skies.

Alice is gone. Was it a dream? No.                  

It couldn't be! I can still feel her glow.    

I slowly get on my feet, look around.

Alice is gone, my heart starts to pound.

The clearing around me starts to decay,

Grass browning slowly, bushes wasting away.

Everything is gone again. I'm alone.

I feel my heart turning back to stone.

"Hello, Alfie." - a very familiar tone,

a voice I have very well known.

It's mine. My voice, yet somehow not from me.

I turn, though part of me refuses to see.

It's me, but not me. The very same face,  

The same shared mind, but split in space.

"Who are you...?" - even though I know.

"You know who I am. Know why I'm here."

I nod. A buried self from long ago.

"That's right." - But why did he appear?

"I've had enough." - he started with a sigh.  

His demeanor calm, but filled with anger.  

"You locked me away, you tried to deny,  

But I'm part of you. Your buried stranger."

I bow my head, I feel terribly ashamed.

"I'm sorry. You were there when we tried.

I got hurt a lot, and it was you I blamed.

This was for the best" - I replied.

He crosses his arms on his chest.

"The best, huh? I am you, if you recall.

I know your thoughts - it wasn't the best.

It's just us here. Stop building that wall." 

"You locked me away, thought it would

keep you safe from the suffering and pain.

You tried to forget where you stood.

Let me tell you, all of it was in vain."

"You were the voice that dared to speak,  

The one that reached, the one that tried.  

They struck you down and made you weak,  

So I pulled back then forced you to hide."

"I want to feel again. To be free again.

To do things that I like. To do what's right.

I want you to know, this is not a new reign.

I want to do it with you. I'm not a blight."

I look into his eyes - no trace of deceit.

He's right, I know. What I did was necessary,

but those days are over. Time to vary.

"Yes. I want to. But first, I'm so sorry."

"I know you are. I'm not holding a grudge.  

It would be pointless anyway - I am you.  

And you are me. I refuse to be our judge.  

Let's be complete again. Start anew."  

He steps toward me. I do the same.  

No fear, no distance left to defend.  

We reach as one, no more to blame.  

And where he stood…  

I stand.