Hide And Seek

There's a kind of love

And it's like hide and seek

And endless chase

Of shadows with flowing hair

Whispers of names and delighted laughter

Out of sight, whistling around you

Darted between trees and weaving through the meadows

Chasing, chasing, chasing, obliviously

Running, jumping, flying 

A sort of calculated play

Dancing and flirting and tempting

Hurling each tension into the wind

A mirage

You fill in the cracks until you're convinced you can feel his presence

Until you believe that you know his next move; because you know him

So its another lap around

But each time it feels heavier and easier all at once

And surely enough, one day,

Your arm extends, and reaches out to grab onto this person, this idea

And you've finally won

But the prize isn't what you were looking for

In the end it's just someone you've made in your head

Who has the image of the boy that sits beside you in math class

You know nothing real about him

The only way to truly get him is to end the game of hide and seek