he hid
behind curtains,
he hid behind doors,

he moved with stealth,
and even ran
as fast as he could,

and though
she did own
all the space in the sky,

but it seemed
as if the moon
of him, just wouldn’t let go,

for every time
he looked up,
it was as if she had followed,

i watched them, entertained
as they watched
each other,

for they often
even reversed
these metaphoric roles,

thought to myself, silly them
still playing
their little hide n seek,

for the realisation to hit
and for each to then discover,

that just as sometimes,
distances once breached
can never ever be restored,

sometimes where none exist,
none can ever
be imposed.

© vidursahdev 2021