Phantom Lover

My phantom lover

Can shapeshift

Into dark eyes that smoulder

Or a heartthrob, appearing through mist

They’re always near enough

To be in my reach

But will slip through

So our skins don’t meet

They escape and taunt,

“Run, run, run

Move a little faster

But you can’t catch me

I’m your phantom love.”

Like we met over again

In different lifetimes

Journeys through lands that’re foreign

Passing each other by

In the year 1929

Perhaps we met

When I was a cat

You were a mouse

You were in a burrow, hiding out

While I ended up in

Some comedic accident

Perhaps in a war-torn village

Is where we’d also meet

Passing each other on the streets

During the late ‘70s

Because I remember you

In your other forms

As a midfielder

Then the red-cheek provocateur

Each and every time

Making another getaway

You once had hair that

Shared a shade with marmalade

The your greatest jest

Playing my dearest friend

Before vanishing away

Like fate strings me along

Stitching through

Making me linger

Wishing I could reach you

Slip through my fingers

Wish I could make you stay