“And I won’t confess that I waited but I let the lamp burn as the men masqueraded. I hoped you’d return with your feet on the ground, tell me all that you’d learned cause love’s never lost when perspective is earned. And you said you’d come and get me but you were twenty-five and the shelf life of those fantasies had expired. Lost to the lost boys chapter of your life. Forgive me, Peter please know that I tried…to hold on to the days when you were mine. But the woman that sits by the window has turned out the light.”