At some point she stopped listening
When he would talk to her

Displaying a delightful smile
Through boredom thick as tar

Wondering how she got here
Become the walking dead

Catching just the tail end
And so she’d nod her head

Feigning her compassion
Planning what’s for lunch

Playing with her earrings
Glancing at her watch

Inserting mental earbuds
Blocking out his voice

Punching channel buttons
Replacing him with noise

Sometimes she considers 
That she could make a change

But then she’d have to do something
And so, instead, she stays.