what if Peter Pan had not sewn his alter ego to the tips of his skeleton leaves?
the silhouette of his alternative self would have run away in Wendy’s home, lost in the luminescence.
then, what about his puerile persona everyone adores?
it certainly couldn’t be captured by a pygmy fairy, which means that
the second star to the right wouldn’t be his home, because his essence would be buried in Neverland.

the ghost of charisma carries through people from winter to summer,

And I’d never seen them.  (Before sunset), even one hair has a shadow.  there were Lost Boys.
With anguish   in the living room (beneath the twilight),  Sporting gospel truths.
I’d asked why they were you’re awake. your eyes are (contemplating)  the pain on bare feet.
They didn’t    (like) switchblades behind your eyelids.  questions.
I watched a strand of hair tickle your cheek,
as it outlined your structure due to the television.

Yet, they’d asked me why (I) wanted to understand why you (lie) to me. in their faces.
I finally admitted that I You (leave some nights) and    too.
They    (tell me) it's none of my business.   four truths.
One:    Although I feel like (I should know),   of your little white lies.
Two:    (I let you walk (over) through the garage door. my palms too often.
Three:    (Without a shadow) of a doubt,   you couldn’t hide.
Four:    (I know) you’re headed to meet someone.  shadows too well.