At twenty

At twenty,
How do you know
That chances will come
Again and again
You think twenty two is the end of
Life as you know it
You have no idea
Of tantalizing twenty fives
And Mystifying twenty sevens
Or perhaps even blissful twenty nines

So at twenty
When a deep crimson sunset
Makes you speechless
The drum of raindrops on your roof
Makes you crave warmth
The solitude of an early morning
Ray of sunlight that wakes you up
Makes you ponder for meaning
When the first sight of a beach
Leads you inside the labyrinthine maze
Of your own soul

You wish,
You wish
That the beep on your phone
Is special

You wish you loved him

You know, you just know
That there is never going to be another
That you will never have this chance
Of happiness again

And so at twenty

you give it your all
Just because a kitten
Gave you a lump in the throat
When he sent you that beep
Or didn't

And it takes you so long
To realize
That perhaps
That was not love