Parole denied.
A symphony in two words.
Hands clenched,
bracing for the sound
of his footsteps behind her,
a fear she’ll never unlearn.
But there is no sound.
No shadow waiting
to swallow the light.
He will stay where he belongs,
not free to rewrite the story,
not free to forget
what she cannot.
The sky is brighter than she remembers.
The air sings with the sound of something new.
Maybe it’s hope.
Or maybe it’s the sound
of her testimony
still ringing
in their ears.
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