`I used to hideIn the old shed behind the houseNestled between scrapwood and discarded toolsAnd you would come find meCounting to one-hundredSlowlyOne. Two. Three.While you looked away, I ranScampered, slinkedTo my safe place where I swore I'd never be foundFifty-five. Fifty-six.I thought I was undetectable, unseeableBlending into the blank walls and broken remnantsOf the relics around meAnd you thought you could find anything,Could find my hunkered-down form in any nook or crannyAnd somehow, we never switched rolesAlways me hiding, always you seeking.Ninety-eight. Ninety-nine.I always wondered how long it would be before one of us gave up.