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I remember when we were kids.
Sitting side by side in the sand box.
You would sit there making sand mounds.
You told me you didn't want to forget Neverland.

Looking down all I saw were sand mounds
but you insisted that it was a map of Neverland.
Wanting to believe I asked if you would take me.
And you told me you would, you promised.

Next day I came bag in tow.
It was a lunch for the two of us.
So we could eat lunch when we got to Neverland...
But you never came.

thought you went back by yourself.
I cried for a week.
Grew up fast and unbelieving
in anything fantastical.
I became a grown up in seconds.

You found me one day.
I was in a dark suit and sipping coffee.
In your hand you had the most beautiful
and amazing flower I have ever seen.

You explained how your mother got sick.
That you had no chance to say bye.
You handed me the flower.
That was made of paper mache, of course.
That is when you asked...
"Do you still want to go to Neverland?"

I cried and you smiled.
I flew into your waiting arms.
Knowing that I had finally flown
to the second star to the right
and straight on to morning.