In our middle school days, we used to say,
“Oh wouldn’t it be serene to be 16?
To drive our cars to the hills filled with stars,
our wonder machines powered on teenage dreams,
and fall in love?”
And now, in this ink, I cannot help but think,
“Oh wouldn’t it be fine to be 29?
To have our own home where we’re not so alone,
in each other’s warm arms where there’s no longer harm,
and stay in love?”
Because here, it seems clear
that we’re going our way,
and constantly fishing, and wishing,
that maybe we’ll still be here
because one can only offer luck
to two teenagers, star-struck,
and hope that someday they’ll have the strength and the will
to grow up.