Wendy Darling


You know it would have never worked.

Still, you remember his wild eyes
the night he showed you London
in a way you’d never seen.

The stars meant things to him,
especially the second to the right.

And you wanted him to love you
enough to leave, but you didn’t
love him enough
to stay.

The ground feels cold—
but solid—
beneath your quiet feet.

Wendy and Peter


8 thoughts on “Wendy Darling

    • Oh Stace, you’re so sweet! You don’t NEED any talent from me– not when you got your own massive supply!!! I think what you need is someone to force you: butt in seat, crappy first draft. 🙂

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