The Letter J

Footsteps at the door,

The figure now a stranger.

Transformed from a once joyful soul

To now a true tormentor.

A thief of trust and romance,

Brought with him apprehension:

Though charismatic to all else,

His name too feared to mention.

This victim waited still as stone,

For fear of treading wrongly

And saw the handle of the door

Pulled down at once so strongly –

She shuddered through the movement

Of the hand she used to trust,

And readied herself for conflict,

Into which she would be thrust.

A game to him, she knew the plays:

Be sure to cooperate!

One mistake two years ago:

Be prepared to accept your fate!