Ancestry

February 17, 2021

i was angry at you this morning,

when you didn’t put on your boots.

it's cold in Chicago and (yes),

sometimes

i am too.

i promised myself that I’d do better,

i said sorry with hopes to make it better.

I love you i love you i love you

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