51/49 (right)

my daddy told me
i wouldn't marry
my first love
and he was right.

my momma told me
long-distance
is longer than i thought
and she was right.

my sister told me
a 3rd wheel
is too big of a crowd
and she was right.

my friend told me
my loneliness
would return with a vengeance
and he was right.

my first love told me
that this distance
was much too far to row
and she was right.

my second love told me
that she was torn between
what she wanted and needed
and my intuition was right.

my third love told me
that we had a spiritual connection
but i never experienced that light,
and my pessimism was right.

my fourth love told me
we were she, me, and static
and i think it meant we were stuck
because i don't think she was right.

my friend told me
he respected my passion
for loving people, but
my love for humanity isn't right.

my love for my love
is a broken record
and the loops leave
shattered vinyls left and right.

and listening
to the echoes of old woes
and women
doesn't feel right.