Love Keeps Hurting

Love keeps hurting,
but one day it won’t.
One day,
memories will be stepping stones,
a map of all the places I had to go before I found who my soul was really looking for.
The scars will be faded.
I’ll only see the past in distant, disjointed dreams,
and I will look at love,
with a kind glance,
love looking back with a shy smile,
simply saying
“I know I kept you waiting, but I’m here now.”