Phantom

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.

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