Forestalled

Preempted by complaints she feels unwell
(beset by stress, depression, lethargy),
there isn’t any space for me to tell
her I’m exhausted by her tendency
to chastise, judge, attempt to yank by yell
for her sore feelings some apology.
I’ll have to wait to modify the way
we’ll future-interact, another day.

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