“pissed off with my man”

I stomp around the kitchen floor,  
He leaves his socks behind the door—  
A mountain growing, day by day,  
While I just want to clear the way.

He says he’ll help—then checks his phone,  
I scrub the pans, I mutter, groan.  
His laughter floats from down the hall,  
Unknowing what has caused my gall.

The trash can’s full, the sink is stacked,  
All promises seem counteracted.  
But when I face him, stern and cross,  
He grins, apologizes for loss

Of memory or common sense,  
Then offers up his recompense:  
A cup of tea, a sheepish look,  
A warm embrace I can’t forsook.

I sigh, release the gathered steam—  
Life’s rarely ever as it seems.  
Tomorrow’s chores will come again,  
But for tonight, he’s still my friend.

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