We can't forget, We won't forget.

Dear Person ( most likely judgemental or not)

If you see us, women, looking for the answer at the bottom of the bottle or looking for it at the base of the ice cream tub or anything seemingly indulgent; do not judge us. Do not accuse us of trying to forget our problems. Do not accuse us of not dealing with them. I am. I'm dealing; She is dealing; Her problems are being dealt with, okay?

 

the stories, the problems, the arguments, the disappointments

they are etched in our wombs, already

unfortuantely

it is impossible to forget

even if we try to do so

without dealing

the Forgetten Stories will attach themselves

to the belly buttons of our blessed babies

 

I'm not trying to forget; She isn't either.

 

We are merely looking for silent companions as we absorb the true gravity of the matter at hand. And then we shall take up the task of dealing. Well, I can vouch for myself, atleast.

 

So, why won't you become my box of hotwings or tub of ice cream? Why won't you be her bottle of wine or vodka? Why don't you become our comfort _? Why don't you just sit next to her as she digests..cries...as I cry? Why don't you just sit next to me and breathe with me? Perhaps then, I'll show you how I deal.