Friday morning poem

I had a poem
in my head last night
When I went to bed
and like all other poems
I knew I should have
gotten up
and written it down

it was gone by the morning

Something about
how women talk
over cups of coffee
glasses of wine
or shots of whiskey
about their lives and problems
they do not expect solutions
mostly
just a smile
a nod and an "I've been there"
Maybe the other woman will say
"and what are you going to do about it?"
but will not insist on solving it
unless asked.

How women think differently from men
how hearing the problem
voiced out loud in her own voice
Is the beginning of finding the solution
for herself