The year of

This has def been a year

Of repopping my cherries:

In a house of riches

First espresso martini

Left me shaken, not stirred,

First time trip through a tunnel

To the light bright and distant

On a Saturday morning

Made me look deep inside

Where I have discovered

Not the soul, not an angel -

Just some wear and tear

That was par for the course,

First time really regretting,

First time really dismissing,

First time truly enjoying -

So what else is in store?