she called out to me
i waited for the second time
before muffling an ‘in here’
i was panting, curled in a ball, still in the dark
i heard a muffled ‘damnit’ as she rushed by again. we played this game every weekend. i was certain she was smiling with the call and response escapade that ended in a ‘oh, you’.
‘hey’ it had been longer than usual ‘are you there? Becky?’
there was nothing
should i come out?
this wasn’t how we did things
i stuffed my insecurities inside, breathed deep and sighed. pushing tears away knowing i trust you.