No Idea

At 18, I listened to Celine Dion
Belt out, “Don’t want to live
All by myself anymore,”
And I confessed to my Mom that
I felt that.

“Oh, whatever,” she said,

Which may seem ungracious,
But was a bracing reminder
That my sentiment was
Premature.

I have friends now
Who have lived that song
For a decade.
For two.

I felt what they felt for a single day
And felt defeated.

I, too, say to my young self,
“Oh, whatever.
You have
No
Idea.”