The Unlatched Door, Or, Too Soon

I saw his face, on a screen,

all bright and new, so fresh and clean.

He spoke of 'lessons,' 'growth,' 'new light,'

and all I felt was bitter night.

I gave it back, my trust, my peace,

unlatched the door, for quick release.

"It's fine," I said, a foolish sound,

when hurt like that should stay unbound.

A door that never truly caught,

a lesson learned, dearly bought.

It swings back open, with a sigh,

letting cold air just pass by.

And now I watch, with tightened jaw,

the ghost of grace, defying law.

He walks on free, I’m left to stare,

at empty space, and open air.