The Lost Boy

The Lost Boy was on her window sill
Begging her to fly just one more night.
Wendy, I don’t care that you are older
I just want to fly you to the stars tonight.
We can pretend that we are the same age
I’ll believe if you will, he said with a smile.
It’s our story, we can write a new page
Straight from once upon yesterday’s time.
Let’s fly through the clouds to the stars
Just for tonight, a quick little flight.
Don’t say no, just take my hand
I’ll have you home by morning’s light.
But Peter, she whispered, with a sigh
I’m a great-grandmother now.
I can’t fly anymore, Tink’s out of dust
Plus, I don’t even remember how.
I’m tired of your shenanigans, Lost Boy
And I have nothing else to say.
Oh, except I’ll always love you Peter…
Goodbye, now please, fly away.
Wendy, I won’t be back
This is your last chance.
She kissed his cheek and she closed the window
Declining the thrill of a last Lost Boy dance.