I found you hiding
In a box of old photographs
And memorabilia from when
We were young
“Peekaboo,” you cried
When I lifted the old shoebox lid
And my hand fell to the table,
From the gravity of your absence
You smiled up at me
A foolish grin
wrapped around
Bright silver braced teeth
I smiled down at you
Wondering just how long
You would have stayed hidden
Had I not stumbled upon you here
How smart you were
To stay hidden until
At just the right moment
Springing up to say “hello”
And “Where have you been?”
As if I was the one hidden
Not in this shoebox of memories
But out in plain sight
I love this poem.