My poems are focused on
Sad endings to love,
Not the feeling of love itself.
I loved the wrong person,
At the wrong time.
Now I know it’s okay.
Because loving that wrong person
Taught me how to love the right person.
My right person was loving the
Wrong person too.
Eight months is a short time
For six months of hurt.
He knows it’s okay.
Here we are
Four months later
Loving the right people,
at the right time.

I know he’s my person.
I hope i'm his.
-au