Falling On Deaf Ears

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.







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