Coming ready or not
ten, nine…
You’ve run off to hide.
I wonder where?
When the countdown
comes to an end
I’ll be free
to seek you out.
eight, seven…
This counting has
gone on far to long.
We are too old
to be playing games.
Let’s get serious
before it’s too late.
six, five…
My eyes are shut
as I count but
I can see you
in my mind’s eye.
You are always there.
I must find you.
four, three…
Is your hiding place
untraceable or have you
left me a sign?
I’m counting on
finding you. Are you
counting on being found?
two, one… ZERO.