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I wasn’t looking for anyone,
In fact I was too busy running from someone else,
But I slowed down enough to reply
You slowly became my good morning text,
My drunken phone call,
My tearful FaceTime when work had wrung me out like a dirty tea towel,
And you were there,
When you visited, you fit into my house like a piece of furniture
That had always been there but I hadn’t noticed.
Your body left imprints in my mattress,
And I couldn’t stand to see them disappear when you travelled back to the other side of the country again,
So I asked you to move in after three months.
“You’ll regret it.”
“It’s too soon.”
We would giggle at the messages as we moved your teddies next to mine,
And slid your books on my shelves and your posters on my wall.
Now you are never away long enough for the dent in the pillow to vanish,
Because your head is there every evening,
Kissing me goodnight.
And all it took was