24

An age I pined for and wished away my adolescence,
But what for?
The age I thought I’d be wed,
Share my body and create another,
Have four walls to call my own,
A husband, four legs and first steps.
Now I’m pining to go back,
To my first words, my first pet, my first home.
How times change at 24.

Author's Note

I haven’t posted in 3 years, life has taken over in the most chaotic and beautiful way. X