We are playing a game of hide-and-go-seek
But we both thought it was our own turn to hide
And we have both chosen the same kitchen cabinet as our hiding spot
It is sweaty and warm, and we don't acknowledge each other
Even as our bodies press together in the tight space, we both choose to stay hidden
Too afraid to find the other person
I realize suddenly that if we continue to play this way, the game will never end
But I think I am content to stay locked in this kitchen cabinet both with you and away from you
Forever
Always hiding, never finding
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Tacenda
Poetrytacenda (n.) things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence