Ode To Peter
As I lay here,
Alice is gone,
Everyone questions
My seeming indifference,
But I know she is with you.
Knowing her, she is telling Tink
Exactly what she thinks.
Or civilizing the lost boys
Or making complex plans
On how to thwart Hook.
She is my Athena:
Goddess Wisdom and War.
You will like her,
Maybe so much that you won't forget her
Like you have forgotten me,
And all others before me.
(I don't think you meant to forget me,
It just happened,
old age can do that to you).
I cannot imagine you
Sprinkling me in pixie-dust
And taking me along
To the place of fairies and pirates,
To meet mermaids and Indian chiefs,
I am too old.
I have grown up.
But grown-ups will doubt
The unexplainable,
And grown-ups forget
The seemingly unremarkable,
And grown-ups try to explain feelings
That do not need to be explained.
And though people doubt me
And you have forgotten,
I have not forgotten
And I do not doubt
That you don't have to be grown up to fall in love.