Peter Pan Lost to the Captain's Hook

I remember that I once called him Peter Pan The man I loved, and yet a child at heart to me A name that became vividly more portending at pretending than I ever could've imagined. A lost boy I found long ago, or did he find me? No need for Tinkerbelle's pixie dust because he flew with me as his Darling,* to quell his sadness but in taking it from him, I began losing myself. He tried to escape his nemesis, the Captain's hook, but too many walks along the pirate ship's plank proved to be a daunting task he kept undertaking. I kept trying to rescue him but he wouldn't swim. He was drifting far out to sea; drowning in the drink. I called his name but no sight of him was I able to see. Peter Pan was lost again, and this time also to me. Never Never Land is a place I won't be visiting again. *Wendy Darling