as you leapt into the night.
Through tinselled stars that blurred my vision,
I watched you beam with delight.
Towards a neverland adventure!
I swiftly shuttered both eyes
to think of birds in every color
sequined in orange fireflies.
You were my refuge from the days
spent grinning boredom out-of-sight
because my life paled like your shadow
against the glow of a nightlight.
Now time takes time advancing
in its crocodilian pace.
Why’d you gun it, fully knowing
death’s at the end of this race?
The yellowed dust forged into memory
that night you leapt into the night.
Though tinselled stars had blurred my vision,
I saw you take your last flight.
You took your courage to the threshold
past my bedroom window sill.
Because “this world will never want us”
and you’ve had your fill.
You’ve run from every place convinced
you were born to chase each thrill.
Or were you just afraid of growing up?
Well indeed, you never will.
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a reimagining of my favorite novel.
“to die would be an awfully big adventure” -- Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie
