Saw Pete last week
Renting Die Hard in Blockbuster.
Smooth, boyish face,
Eyes glittering with pixie dust.
He was the same, as always.
When I asked after Tink,
He said she was as mischievous as ever.
I imagine her
Taking care of him,
Of all the Lost Boys…
Cleaning up beer cans and cheeseheads
“Nice seeing you,” I almost smile.
“You, too!” The wink, the wry tone. “Later, Wendy.”
So who was I to him?
Who is any Wendy
But a flesh and blood
For a fairy?