You walked through my door
like you have done nothing wrong,
with no remorse on your face.
You glance my body up and down
in the exact same way
that you done all those years ago.
A sickly smile spreads across your lips
as the familiar churning begins
knotting needles in my stomach.
Half of me fears what you will do
so it runs away into hiding
through familiar routine of instinct.
But the other half stands frozen
as anger builds inside because
you can remain so calm.
And for a second, one very short second,
my voice was about to speak.
I was about to look you right in the eyes
and tell you to get out.
But I could not shout with half a voice
and my other half remains in hiding
because I know I cannot scare you.
