I was already in love with the phantom of you
Long before you arrived in your patchwork form
Your hems frayed and your shapes incongruous; in a guise I couldn’t recognise.
You were long overdue, not even fashionably late
having ignored the trail of breadcrumbs I had diligently left for you.
Your archaic cartography refuted the way my imagination had mapped you,
But I knew I couldn’t will you into existence until I was truly ready for you to emerge.
Until then you would live in the corners of my mind and only speak when spoken to.