Neverland

Can you lend me some of that free spirit, Peter? Can you give me some of your joy? Do you have any spare carelessness? What happened to playing with toys? Sitting on the carpet floor playing with action figures, Making a junkyard of my legos, Counting stars with my little fingers, And thinking girls were gross... 200 words, 400 words, 800 words, 1,400 words, Get me to 2,000... What am I saying?

I remember that first morning,  We walked around, my fingers laced in yours.  The trees stopped us so we turned around,  and found perfect spot for our butts on the dirt. Over looking the lake, the water coming up a few feet in front of us,  Romans One, Romans Two, Romans Three We counted down the minutes until we arrived back at the doorstep And there we were the next morning, at 9:30. 

I wish I could go back to being the boy Who wore basketball jerseys and gave you joy. The one where I'd say something and you'd think it was great And go home and write about it in the journal you made. The boy that you admired and it wasn't dramatic love stuff, But you saw me once a week and that was enough. So I could experience it again, the best time of my life: Falling in love with you for the very first time. Doing stupid things to impress you, which I think you secretly know Swept you off your feet when I reenacted those asdf videos. When all of our friends hadn't taken it all, The crushes, the relationships, the drama, the fall, When you and me seemed like a possibility One that I'd fight tirelessly to achieve. When you'd predict what I was thinking and you'd keep it quiet And giggle to yourself when I finally caught onto it. Oh, how things were different then, But I still try to be your Peter Pan