i first met my girlfriend in the park one april day
she was sitting underneath my favorite tree
i had to say “you can’t sit there”
she laughed at me you know i couldn’t help but like her
told her so
and then i guess i must’ve closed my eyes and kissed her
how did she get here?
why today appear?
how can she be here?
minutes stretched to days to months
we never left that spot
i swear they had to mow around us
carved our names into the tree and pledged that we’d be there
one day we’re talking
suddenly she’s got to play a game of hide and seek
i close my eyes and count to ten
someone tell me please
how long must i wait for her to be a good friend to her now?
i can only count so high; the numbers just run out
but i won’t stop until they do
(one million and one… one million and two… etc.)
looked high and low, looked all around but couldn’t find her
climbed a tree–nothing to see but people looking at me funny
called her name
i swear i spent the next three years just trying to find her
thought i saw her once or twice but i’m not sure
one thing i know though:
when she goes
how can i be there
when i can’t find her anywhere?
how can i be
unless she is
why should i be