Young

At what point did we become young?

When did we start
Meeting in cafés and restaurants
And bedrooms and for brunches
With mutual friends?

When did we outgrow our mothers
And our fathers, and start
Having our own silences?

The young all suffer
From a generational
Imposter's syndrome.

And we pretend to maturity
And adulthood, with
Our poetry and apartments,
And we cry when our hearts
Are incapable of feeling any much more.