I kept those tights for years.
I thought,
maybe
one day,
they would make people realize.

Someone would see the holes
and the stains
you caused.
And they would believe me,
finally.

I realized,
I had to let you go.
I had already let you get away with what you did.
I had to let you go
from my mind.
From my drawer.

The white tights would never be enough evidence
and I could hear the holes
and the stains
as I tried to finally get
some ******* sleep