A Love Song for Peter PanA Poem by Heather HooperWe listened to the ceaseless tick of the clock in the hall and you spoke about growing old together. You said, “It wouldn’t be so bad as we thought.” “Birds,” you claimed, “have both wings and feet.” When I woke the air was filled not with sounds of you brushing your teeth over the sink or humming in that way you do, to occupy the silence. Instead there is only the buzz of the street streaming in through
the open window. Now all that remains are the sheets that lay scattered, crumpled, like the restless sea and the Lilly on the nightstand that has faded. Its petals mark the days, one at a time and I press each between the pages of the book you abandoned, half finished. If only you had left your shadow behind as well so that in your
absence I could still trace
the outline of your body. My mother once warned
me about men who never grow up. If only I had believed. © 2016 Heather HooperFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on May 18, 2016 Last Updated on May 18, 2016 AuthorHeather HooperOcala, FLAboutGraduate of Southern Illinois University with a degree in creative writing with a emphasis in poetry. I have been published in Grassroots Literary Journal, Four and Twenty Online Journal and have rece.. more..Writing
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