Keep counting

We found a way to play this game, then you found

the best hiding place of all: under shingle,

marble, your dates in gold; under sun, rain, snow.

I covered my eyes as you were closing yours,

as you made yourself invisible at last –

made it so your finding was all we had left.

But I can still see you mate, with my eyes shut.

And when I close them for good, ready or not,

I’ll look for you. I just have to keep counting,

don’t I? Keep counting till it’s my turn to hide.