When the Past Knocks
In the shadows of a wounded heart,
The scars remember each betrayal,
Yet the door remains ajar,
Torn between the need for distance,
And the echo of familiar pain,
She calls in moments of her darkness,
When her world unravels again.
I stand with pieces still unhealed,
Where trust was shattered, left behind,
How many times must I remember,
What she erased, what she denied?
Is her sorrow now a tether,
Meant to pull me back once more?
Or am I free to choose my silence,
To close the door and heal what's sore?
It’s not a burden I must carry,
Her regret, her endless plea,
For I deserve the peace of distance,
The right to guard what’s left of me.
And though she calls me in her trouble,
I must decide if I’ll reply,
For times may change, but trust once broken,
Leaves wings too fragile still to fly.
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