Hide And Seek Poem by RIC BASTASA

when i went there
you were not there
when you went there
i was not there

purposely we try
not meeting
like two parallel lines
unbent by light

you think about the kids
playing hide and seek
to while the hours away
when we are not with them

come to think about what
we are doing: we are breaking
up, and we are loosening our grip
to our hands. we pretend that
you like finding me and that i like
finding you.

we love not finding each other.
and that is the truth.

when the kids ask why?
we play our games and we tell them

we are enjoying each others' search.
we miss our absence.

we like it this way.
raw smiles. fake grins.