It’s not that we don’t remember the pain.
It’s not that we’ve erased the legitimate good laughs.
It’s that you deny the pain from happening.
That you’re consistent with letting the joy outweigh the pain.
Any gift we give won’t be as strong as gifting ourselves with healing.
The kind we stopped hoping you’d discover and hold,
And claimed for our futures more than yours.
No gift you give will mean as much as a priceless one.
One where we believe your claims of love,
And not the ones masking our tears.

D.F.