I wanted to hum 

to the beat in your chest

when my tongue lacked the talent

to follow your tune

         And I wanted to read

in the dim of your shadow

leaving trails of loose breadcrumbs

back to my own

        But you craved my affection

to radiate in your presence

eating trails of loose breadcrumbs

keeping me close

       When Peter himself 

said we’ll never grow old,

Neverland resorted us all

to childish games.

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