games

we always played secretly

hide-and-seek

and it made it so easy

to ignore

everything else

everyone else

you would find me

on the bus stop

I would find you

in my bed

and when we would

lost count

who's turn is

to hide

who's turn is

to seek

we met

in the kitchen

to smoke

a cigarette

and -

- rock

paper

scissors -

your turn

I sometimes blink

in the Morse Code

all this important

things

that I can't say

in case you are

watching

I hide face

in my hands

rock

paper

scissors

- my turn

still

I look at you

and try not to blink

my eyes are getting

paler

you try to smile

it's a little bit

off

and misplaced

I realize

that now

I am mostly eyes

and you are

this smile

without means

to communicate

we become

a still nature

all that is missing

is a fruit bowl