Seems to me I always used to play
Hide and Seek,
and I would wait so patiently
for someone to come and look for me.
And I can’t remember
just how long I’d sit there.
I’ve forgotten…
seems I can’t hold on to anything at all.
I lost a fourth grade journal
and a sweatshirt that was ruined
when I hid inside the closet and
knocked my mothers perfume from the shelf
and smelled for weeks like I was
going somewhere.
Seems to me I’m always
spilling something, losing something,
seeking something, hiding somewhere
in my mothers pretty blouses
waiting 'til they come and find me.
But they’re not coming…
they’re not coming.
So I’m waiting in the dark
feeling just like Alice Adams
when she tries to throw a party
but nobody comes.
Seems to me I always used to play
Hide and Seek and I am
seeking something other than
whatever there is now!
If I could find some sort of memory
to give me some connection
and I wonder…
Why is no one seeking me?