Peter Pan

I miss when I was him,
I miss when he would carry me,
When he would teach me to fly,
When he and I would look on blindly.

I miss my Pretty Eyes,
Meeting his from the same side,
Not from across the room,
And I miss not having to hide.

I miss his lips upon my cheek,
I miss my hand within his hand,
I miss when he was real,
I miss my Peter Pan.