These Four Years

On the eve of my final move in
I sit and reflect on these four years
As the sounds of birds and bugs
Try their best to drown out the screaming in my head

Thinking about all that has changed
And all the people who have changed me
And how scared I am to leave it behind

They say these four years
Are the best of your life
And I honestly believe that now
But I really hope they're not

But how does it get better
Then creating a second family
Who you have to share everything with
For better or for worse

Things like finally feeling safe crying in front of someone else
And someone trusting you enough to do the same

Or creating tales of stupidity that you'll always tell your friends
And eventually lie to your kids about

How do you define these four years?
You can't

Like how there's no way to tell someone truly how much you love them
You can't express or even begin to understand how important
This small handful of days really has been

These four years made me who I am
And I wouldn't trade them for anything