The Boys Who Never Forgot (Inspired by Peter Pan)

We didn’t have to say much.

The world always

felt a little less confusing

when he was next to me.

A look.

A breath.

The moment we both noticed

The same thing at once

A hoodie left on the fence post,

A car singing in the cold.

We were our own kind of Neverland.

Not a place,

But knowing.

A rhythm only we could hear.

Yes, there were breaks,

years that flew too fast,

beds that weren’t bunked anymore,

different schools,

different skies.

But it wasn’t lost.

Only paused.

Like when Peter forgot the way back

but always remembered,

eventually.

We’re not twins.

But our thoughts?

Born in the same second.

He finishes my sentence

Without trying.

And I

Pick up where he left off,

Like we’re still flying

Above the nursery window,

Still sharing a page

No one else can see.

I know.

We were written

Into each other’s hearts.

Not just once.

But always.

The Beanstalk Between Us

(inspired by Jack and the Beanstalk)

He started with little

Just dirt, dust, and quiet determination

No castle, no treasure

Only calloused hands

And a dream too big for his pockets

But dreams are like seeds

They don’t look like much at first

I picture him younger

Not yet the man I know

But the boy who planted hope

Where others saw nothing

He sits beside the one who raised him

A ball balanced on his shoulder

His hoodie zipped

And wonders how high he’ll climb

He climbed quietly

Step by step

Never waiting for giants to move

Just finding ways around them

I see myself in his eyes

The same spark

The same belief that more is always possible

He doesn’t talk much about the climb

But I feel it

In the steadiness of his hand

In the way he watches the sky

I used to think he was already at the top

Now I know

He built the beanstalk

So I could go even higher

And every dream I chase

Is a leaf he helped grow

We both started small

But now, I carry his story

Like seeds in my pocket

Waiting

For the right time

To plant my own

The Wolf Only I See

For my mother

I didn't cry wolf

I just cried

After a while they all stopped coming

Said I was

“too sensitive”

“Felt too much”

“Had too many thoughts”

The first time I said “I feel”

They gave me a cookie

The second time

I was the issue

Starting to get on their nerves

At school I learned

It's not the place to be open

You go there to learn

So I learned to laugh

Loud enough to cancel

The thoughts of my own voice

I became the boy who cried laughter

The boy who turned pain into stories

And the boy who was disconnected

Under the confidence is..

I don't know.

I am too scared to look

No one came

No one ever came

Maybe the boy who cried

Wasn’t lying

Maybe he was just tired,

Tired of being the only one

Who saw the wolf

No one came

No one ever came

Until she did.

Not with weapons, not with fear

But with open hands

And eyes that didn’t flinch

She saw the wolf, too

Didn’t try to chase it away

Didn’t call it imaginary

She just sat beside me

And listened to its howl

She taught me

That feeling deeply

Wasn't a flaw, but a gift

That sensitivity

Wasn't weakness, but strength

Wielded in the right hands

She didn’t fix me

She showed me how to heal

With patience

With stories

With silence that didn’t need to be filled

The boy who cried

Still cries

But now

He’s not the only one who sees the wolf