Charades

Sydney Hastings

You need to stop running through my mind.

Every time I put up a “slippery when wet” sign,

you topple right over it while I lean over you,

tongue out, screaming “I told you so”.

You want to tackle me, ruining my curls in the puddle,

but I’m glad you don’t.

Don’t say, don’t tell. Don’t make one single note of a sound.