Having just gone through the year myself
I know that twenty-seven can be hard.
But there are Sunday breakfasts
                                 and April fields
and blue on blue
                                 and green growing things
to change all that.
I know that spring is hard because you wait for
  summer
and fall is hardest of them all—
                    because you must not be alone when win-
                        ter comes.
I know
that love is worth the time it takes to find.
Think of that
      when all the world seems made of walk-up rooms
and hands in empty pockets.

I know your smile
and it is much too warm to waste on the people in the
    street
                       (though smiles are plentiful)

and 
I know
That if you keep the empty heart alive a little longer
love will come.
                        It always does,
maybe just at the last moment, but it will come
                                                  you must believe that
or else there isn’t any reason to be twenty-seven.