Time, Places & Love
- Veronica Burget
- Sep 3, 2023
- 1 min read
Last year I was five, wishing I could stay up later
Last month I was twelve, riding the bus with friends
Last week I was twenty-one, learning I hate mojitos
Yesterday I was twenty-eight, finally feeling like I knew who I was
Time went by too fast
Running like a bullet train
Flying by so quick you can barely catch your breath
Last year I was seven, moving to another state, sad to leave everything behind
Last month I was twenty-four, moving yet again, praying this change would fix everything
Last week I was twenty-seven, on the road again, this time following a dream
Now I am thirty-six and eager for another adventure
Places are temporary
Some fix and heal
While others break and disappoint
Last year, I was six, and in love with the boy from the same neighborhood
Last month, I was 13 and wishing I could kiss the boy down the street
Last year, I was twenty-one and getting my heart broken
Yesterday, I learned that the only boy I need is furry with whiskers and pointy ears
Love is overwhelming
It is desired but not guaranteed
Sometimes, it comes from unexpected sources
Time, places, love
Ever changing
Ever moving
Ever growing
Last year I was innocent
Last month I was naïve
Last week I was unaware
Today I am content
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