At Eighteen
Now he comes again,
words rehearsed,
"I want to fix this."
But the years have carved
a quiet caution in me.
My heart is not a revolving door.
I gave him my trust once.
I gave him my trust twice.
And I am not sure
I have anything left
to hand back to him.
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