Poem: When You Did Not Ask

When You Did Not Ask

I thought it was good
and felt relieved.
I hoped you 
had recognized
without discussion
the wrong of it,

but you only forgot,
raised it back to life
soon after.  I do not know
what I must do.
I am not comfortable
telling you
what you must hear.
It should not be
my responsibility.

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