He was an apparition
of my past vulnerabilities,
so intimately aware of the things I craved
that he could conjure up my fantasy
without any danger
of ever satisfying my longing.
He fit perfectly into my broken places,
not because he was my missing piece
but because he was my hammer.
The one who had destroyed my heart
and then returned to play in the rubble.
If I don’t stop this
there will be nothing left