pet loss poetry

“aww, how many?”

i was drunk when i told you i had 3 cats.

3.

i realized momentarily after that that i had forgotten. because i was drunk 

3?

so my love please understand. because i was drunk, i forgot

what was your question?

i was drunk, because i was too close to remembering

so i was drunk, and i forgot

so i forgot

and i drank, so i forgot

i was forgotten, because i was drunk

does it make sense that i forgot you, because i was drunk

can you forgive me

if you can forgive me then let me forget

i forgot because i dont want to remember forgoetting is easier than the other thing because thats dcary.

how many what?

because i had forgot me

forgotten and drunk

and i forgot to remember

that you 

my baby boy

were gone

there was a number 

there was an answer

i was never really good with either of those.

more of you or less, of you

2 or 3.

but you werent really gone yet, because another shot burns its way down my throat as you look at me with pitiful eyes.

you speak.

“im so sorry for your loss”

what loss?

oh

your question,

“how many cats do i have?”

“oh, well the answer is” 3

3

i have 3

are you listening?

why wont i listen

how many was

are there?

remind me

forget me

to remember to forget or to forget to remember or to drown until it no longer matters

“what?”

oh,

2

“2.”