Hide And Seek - I

You turn your trip to the filing room into a catwalk
to show your flair and hope that you will chance
upon the glass ornament by my desk.
You make it hold on to wisps of your presence,
hope that you will stop the hide and seek
and hold it in your hands to feel the return
of its warmth. You smile to yourself
as if it can see you from the side
or the back of its head, while another imagines
you are smiling at her and she follows
you to where she thinks you are leading her,
a dream that the ornament is her.