Poem for a Friend...

Domestic Dispute

I recognize this--
this willful ignorance
deaf to counsel
blind to future
dumb for lack of support.
We don't keep our disapproval secret,
instead telling you with words
with absence
that we think you are marrying the wrong man.
And you reply with that which you think is Truth:
you Love him.
We just resolve to be there when he's gone
swallowing told-you-so's
like the lies you told about bruises past.

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