One morning,
I drew a hopscotch design
on the floor in my room.
I was alone,
I could make up my own rules
so each square
was going to be another day
away from you.
Two or three times in a row
- my feet can be clumsy, I know-
I stepped on the thin line
and I would also hop
the wrong square now and then
to challenge the odds
and increase the speed of time.
The game may be useless
and I’m no longer a child
but turning around
would regain me balance
and restore an innocence smile.

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