“Tag!” You cry. “You’re it!”
And you run into the woods,
white dress stark against
the dark blue twilight.
I chase you, following
the slash of white
in the darkness.
My heart racing,
my chest fluttering,
I try to find you.
I hear your laughter.
I spot you from
the corner of my eye.
Into the forest as
the night falls
ever and ever darker.
If I can catch you,
if I win the game,
you will kiss me.
I run and run and run.
I almost catch you.
You’re still out of reach.
I can never touch you.
I will never kiss you.
You never finish a dream.
