Hide and seek.
Be that soothing memory, that musical tune, the “Baby it’s a love thing”, the covers, the room.
Be the solemn promise from the sunset to the womb.
Write my name in lipstick as you dream of being wed.
The subtle hue of perfume still draws across my bed.
You didn’t answer my calls.
My messages were left for weeks.
I don’t know what you’re doing.
I don’t like this hide and seek.
© G.P Williamson 2017