Playtime

I hid my feelings in the deepest corner of my heart
Hoping that you would play and seek them out
Hoping that you would chase me around
The wood chip pavement of this world
And tag me so that I could be “it” in your life
And if I became “it”
I would then go to the swings
Your love being my push as I went higher and higher
Until it felt like I could kiss the sky
See, your love is like bare feet in the grass
Your love is like being the last person to slide on squash the lemon.
Your love is like recess
And I never want to go inside.

Love freely,
tY