Hide and Seek


What will I remember…
About this place?
The long hours
Aching head and feet
So many nameless faces
Secrets I’ve been told
And shared
Fingers in hair?

I will remember
Every single hiding place I found
Dressing rooms
Back hallways
Stairwells, littered with butts and ashes

I like the stairs most
Secluded enough to hide
Open enough for a breeze
And the occasional sunset
Brings a smile to my face

You might try to find me
When I’m there
but I’m nowhere to be found
I’m millions of miles away
I disappear that moment my eyes
Meet the page.

-LM Jones