Grown Quite Deaf

I've grown quite deaf now, I would like to say.
I cannot hear your insults any more,
And though I see you thrashing on the floor
Tantrums are silent, now, since yesterday,
When I decided that my heart, in disarray,
Was so completely full, more than before,
That there was no room left. My ears were sore,
So I decided they should rest. Hush. Stay.

I have no hearing aid, and can't read lips,
So any words you speak will slip right by,
Making as much impression on my tie
As on my heart. It's time we came to grips
With silence, like two threatened battleships.
If I can't hear you, I won't hear you lie.