And maybe one day
I won't be 22.
Maybe one day
We won't live down the street.
Maybe we'll be grown.
Maybe I'll be married
And you'll have three more children
Maybe we will have lived out
Our twenties
And then our thirties
And now be in our fourties.
Maybe the child in your womb
Will be as we are now-
Young, confused, lost, and found.
No idea what her future will look like
And a little hopeful
Yet hopelessly scared.
Maybe one day
We'll be 42,
Your daughter will be grown;
And we'll still be friends.
Then we can look back
On our twenties
As we look back
On our childhood now,
And see what was happening
All along.
12/27/24