An Ode to the Lost Boy

If I never see your face again,

I’m not sure what I’ll do.

Your timidity to smile at me

Was charming to a fault.

Each word you spoke gave me

A spark of something to be learned—

And then again I felt so young

When glancing at your gaze.

I sat right there at the info desk,

Hoping the second shoe would drop.

It didn’t though, and you made me laugh—

With your charming, witty smile.

Romance is my aim in life

And you fit every qualm of mine.

I hope I did the same for you

When you walked into my life.

But then you walked right out again

With a child upon your shoulders.

You smiled back and I held my tongue

When I should have shouted out!

O sweet boy, with a thimble kiss—

Let’s fly to Neverland—just us!

We’ll swim all day and we’ll scream all night

While the lost boys take our gold.

So take me away to Neverland,

You stranger, you fiend, you friend.

I’m waiting here, so patiently,

While you figure out our end.

O stranger who I want to meet,

I saw your face and fell.

Come back to me, and take me home

To the place we both want to go.

(Inspired by the stranger I met at work today. Let's just get married, okay?)