Dear Peter

As the night lays cold,

And the flame flickers on.

My thimble rests hold

Of all the days gone.

Of the trust,

Of the faith,

And of the pixie dust-

That night like a wraith.

The window is open,

Forever in wait for you.

The thimble unspoken,

Remembering our last adieu.

Why did I say goodbye all those years ago?

Is this my medicine within its cup?

They say it’s time to let go.

And now it’s bottoms up.

The sticky sweet your absence left behind,

Has plagued my fate,

And those words still wrack my mind,

The ones of where you’ll wait.

The tales others tell

Of what you truly do,

I now know too well.

Of why you really flew..

For, Peter, I need a rescue-

From the hangman’s tree.

Because I’m longing for you

And out of the three needed to flee.