one. two. three.

you whisper to me

playing hide and go seek

the gentle sounds of feet on wood

you close your eyes because you know you should

count to a hundred I say

and you do, until october turns into may

we go and we look

behind the table, under the bench, near the book

we can’t find them anywhere

our hearts are racing, we don’t even care

finally, a movement, we know where to run

like the wind chasing the bird, the light chasing the sun

“found you!” she screams

one girls broken face, the other, she beams

simplicity of a game

playing hide and go seek

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