Half of a Rumination

What is this weird feeling

I am not supposed to have?

It’s half a rumination,
half a heartache,
half of a something
I can’t even name.

I try to feel it fully,
but I can’t —
not without knowing
if you’re feeling
half of it too.

All I know
is that I am having
a full feeling... half.
And I am not even supposed to have it.

This—
half of a thought,
half of a wish,
half of a wound
left open in the quiet.

You are the expert.
So tell me:
how do I get rid
of something
that’s only half mine?