playing tag on the school playground. ducking through the swings, trying not to get hit. white powdery dust flies up from the rocks as kids drag their heels into the hollows underneath the swings to stop themselves. i keep my eyes on the back of your head. golden-brown hair, green t-shirt, fading jeans and sneakers. you glance backwards quick, grinning when you spot me, hot on your trail. kick it up a knotch. run a bit faster.

because i'm it. and i would chase you to the ends of the earth if it meant i could keep you forever.