Wendy Darling

I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me

Scowling because Peter Pan went away.

I had stretched, and my body had run away

In the years since then. 

The night said to me

“You were only thirteen. That was all.”

I hung in the sky still, and as I looked up 

I let the city dissolve one last time -

One last time like it did when I was six,

And like it did when we first began to play at night,

How tired we were when sunrise finally came, so that 

The air turned to gold

And how strange and neverland was

One last time, like when I would wonder what growing up was like.

And even though I solemnly swore I wouldn't,

I would break that promise now.

The night said to me

“Quit being such a baby.”

And being given no other choice, I did.