Hide 'n' seek

I’ve spend five whole days, searching
again
But this time, I never found you.
And it was not the sun, because we had plenty, nor the dazzling tiny stars,
For the night was yet to come.

I wish that you would stop hiding
In the drawers of my old armoire, the one with chipped of paint and golden handles.
I’m sick of looking for you there
I’m always too late.

I surely would have found you by now,
If it weren’t for your silent heart and empty mouth
Yet I’m still looking.
Lost, perhaps, myself
Somewhere in our box of forgotten memories,
The one stashed someplace beneath our bed of lost hopes.

This game of hide and seek has gotten old
I’m sick of you
always being the one hiding.