living in the past

I didn’t grab you when you were there so now we’re stuck in the darkness 

this thrilling painful game of hide and seek I run and search and call for you

Yes, you. 

I can’t even remember who’s hiding and who’s seeking.

So I’ll crash into you again by chance and we’ll laugh and wheeze and interweave and I’ll never have to leave

Because I’ll be found and I’ll have found

And that’s all that any of us can ask for anyway.

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