I felt it before I saw it, coarse under my finger,
Red gloved and speckled, spots that linger,
Afraid at first, at what she had done, I stole my hand away,
She knew what I was thinking and put my fears at bay,
And I took every word for true,
Never knowing what she would do,
But as the days past and turned into weeks,
I noticed a compulsion, the confirmation she seeks.
I tried to understand, as she admitted,
And I knew that I was committed,
But as the weeks turned into months and then years,
Her worries started fall onto deaf ears.