A Peter Pan

"We can sail away Tonight,

On a sea of pure moonlight.

We can navigate the stars,

Bring us back home.

In a place so far way,

We'll be young, that's how we'll stay."

-Zendaya (Neverland)

Old photographs,

That line these walls, 

Of you and I. 

Frozen in time,  

Little wide eyes, 

Climbing cherry trees and catching butterflies, 

Holding hands as we, 

Run in meadows made of dandelion. 

“Till we’re old and gray,” you’d promise, 

Little chubby finger wrapped around mine, 

Pinkies intertwined. 

Old and gray. 

We never became. 

Yet, the cherry trees outside shed their leaves, 

The butterflies fly away. 

Petals of dandelion, drift in the wind, 

Along with your presence, 

Long gone. 

And I remain,  

Alone. 

Pinky promises forgotten, 

To the reality, 

Of growing up. 

My dear Peter Pan,  

Won’t you come back?