I know it isn’t fair that you don’t even know yet, what stands behind curtains of non porous net.

And I know I should tell you this ever so scary truth, but you stay far away, and there’s no phone booth.

I call and call, but your phone doesn’t connect, keeping things from you I definitely don’t want to regret.

This has become hide and seek what you and I now play, avoiding the inevitable just to intentionally delay.

This game only got me to wonder, maybe it’s really your turn today, and to this if I shouldnt just surrender.

Cause you seem to have lost yourself in all the other players, yourself gone amiss in a pack of seeming stayers

From my carefully chosen hiding place for you as I look, not finding you leaves me unsurprisingly shook.

What if the game is over and everyone’s gone, and here I’d stoop hiding forgotten in the lawn

Behind the white bench as I crouch and wait, what if you’ve left thinking it’s too late?

As the moon slowly comes out, I begin to feel lonely, abandoned by my own; wilfully.

I try to sneak and see if you were still looking for me, only to find myself alone, while everyone else is nowhere to see.

It’d hurt if I was still expecting to be found, but I wasnt, As I succumbed to sleep right there in the playground.

I knew right there that You, for me wouldn’t come to look, you’ve forgotten me, and for that to sink in, all this while it took.