Eyes slide by
Polite smile
Pity made wise
Never see inside
No one sees
The truth of this woman
Detached from my equality
No one will take my hand.
Walk me out the door
Whisper in my ear
Left a heart on the floor
No one will pull me near.
Faces continue to float
No recognition in the eyes
Passing thought of sadness
As a woman slowly dies.
DW
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