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I Should’ve Asked (Poem #20)

Forever Winter

You always have a way of telling me to stop
When I pour hot water in a cup
you’d tap me on my shoulder and say,
“stop right there, it would lose its flavor”

When I work too hard and it’s nearly 3 o’clock
you’d rub my back and say
“come to bed, you had enough”

When I missed a deadline
and I couldn’t stop crying
you stayed by my side and said
“don’t stress over a job,
you’re better than that”

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