Hide And Seek Of The Soul Poem by Ben Bump

I caught you drifting again.
Staring one thousand yards, looking for yourself.
I search as well, but you don't want to be found.

Lying somewhere in the poppy fields,
you stand only long enough to choose a new hiding spot.
The sun sets on us now, and you don't know the way back.

The darkness came, and I didn't stop looking.
By the time that I found you it was too late.
We both became lost, playing hide and seek of the soul.