Last winter we played hide and seek
in between the trees
and covered ourselves in December.
We’d only just met, but I knew you.
I knew you, like I knew
the trees wouldn’t always be bare
and how the brilliance of the snow
would be replaced by the sun’s warmth.
I held my breath
behind the strongest timber
and hoped you’d not
hear the thudding in my chest.
But you knew me.
You knew me, like you knew
the seasons are forever changing,
and you knew me, like you knew
you’d be counting
when ever I wanted to play
and you’d be searching
should I ever need to be found.
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