My mother and I went for a walk
On an autumn evening
Through the woods where our
Home was built
I ran off ahead
And you hid behind a tree

When I turned around you were gone
I yelled for you but saw no one
I shrieked through the tears
And you calmly stepped from nonexistence
Everything was right once more in the world
My flaky worries were old and dusty
And with a half smile you turned around
Before your hair could jump from your shoulder to your back
I happily ran up and took your hand
Forgetting about the momentous hurt placed on me
Touching me like bark on my fingertips
Reminding me of what I had learned