Were we married too young?
Did our grass never come in?
Old age begets wisdom so
Why did we choose when we were children?
I have loved you till I stopped
And I even tried after that.
But I cannot help but remember
What it felt like to have a new pair of shoes,
The kind that still need to be worked in,
The smell of fresh rubber waiting
For thousand mile treks-
Untethered, unbridled, undone.
Were we married too young?