Playing False and Fast

I hid from him; over weeks, months or years I hid
   with an untold irreverence. Through hurried nights
       and averted glances. Through a nervous rain and
           many storms beneath the noise of scattered
          conversation. Under the gauze of self-refection, or
         some decided plan, I hid. Among the cracks between,
     with room to nestle down and rest. A chance not
   to give pause, but take it. Longing for